I meet CDs of all types when I go on one of my outings – and the rule is that there are no rules, and people who think there are don’t get out much.
By which I mean get out of their heads – and I am not talking about taking drugs, I mean talking to people, finding out what makes them tick.
Many people love talking to a CD, because we’re unusual – and, after they’ve asked their questions, I tend to find that they’ll volunteer all kinds of candid stuff about themselves.
I’ve met several CDs with beards, dress, make-up, wig, everything – or no wig, simply because they felt like dressing that way – and why not?
I shave my body hair because I am repelled by body hair.
But I’ve met very hirsuite ladies, including one who had a bit of a moustache and chest hair (She was wearing a low cut top and not hiding it. It grew black and surprisingly thick between her breasts).
It’s a choice, and no-one has the right to tell you to lose or keep it.