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carefully over his , almost caressingly. He shaved nude and showered

intimate during those few minutes every m. Sometimes we shaved

special bond. We were having too much fun to judge ourselves.

to be rushed about it, taking his sweet time, drawing the razor slowly and

in his day, those few unhurried minutes in front of the mirror. He refused

something sensual to this mundane everyday activity, and I loved to watch

For instance, Dad had a ritual about shaving. It was a sacred moment

childlike excitement. I think it was a natural outgrowth of our love and

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idden didn’t wrack us with guilt, it just gave us a sense of

afterwards, because he didn’t like stubble in his underwear. He brought

together, standing together at the sink, our sides toug, fee

him as far back as I remember. I felt we shared something intensely