I'm A Bearded Lady — And It Makes It Really Hard To Date

“I actually like women who look like you.”

Last updated on Feb 15, 2023

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By Little Bear Schwarz

“I actually like women who look like you.”

How do I begin to explain what is wrong with that statement? 

How do I tell a generation of women, pumped full of conditioning that tells them—beauty is the rubric and romance is your reward—that there is no second place and there is no consolation prize when it comes to self-worth

How do I convince you that turning down adverse advances is not unwarranted entitlement? That no one deserves to settle for what they can get?

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How do I assert that no one who chooses to live out loud is “asking for it?” Catcalling, entitlement, and body shaming exist among all people and all genders.  

However, there is an expectation among people like me whose appearance is deemed “othered.” Take your pick: chubby, hairy, bearded, tattooed—whatever it is, when the opportunity for affection comes along, 

GRAB IT.  

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Hang on to it, and do your best not to mess it up, because you’re lucky you’re getting any affection at all.

And that stuck.

For many years I stayed in relationships where my body was put on exhibit like an assembled mass of dinosaur bones and subject to scrutiny.  

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And in that time, two verdicts always arose: 

1. “You are revolting because of your [blank].”

Or 

2. “You are sexy because of your [blank].”

And I have sad news for all the fetishists and “chasers” of the world: both of those statements are two sides of the same coin.

Tackling Vile Statement #1 brings to light the important topic of consent.  

I used to be an active member of the “Bearding Community” (yes, actually a thing) where cisgender men would gather and trade photos of their impressive beards, and talk about how strong and manly and virile they were because of a bunch of follicles that sprout from their face.  

It was bonding. It was communal. It was congratulatory. 

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Then I posted a picture of me, and of MY beard. It was divisive. It was isolating. It was strange. But most of all, it was “othered,” which made it open season for admonishment.

But God forbid I defend myself.  

“Hey, you put that picture out there. You GAVE ME that right to say what I want. Do you want to look like that? You’re ASKING FOR IT.”

But see, the follicles on my face or no different—no better or worse—than yours.

You posted a pic. I posted a pic. I never at any point requested, “Would you please insult me?” So you know what that means? IT MEANS I DIDN’T ASK FOR IT.  

I don’t care what’s growing on my face vs. what’s nestled between my legs. I don’t care how strange or jarring it is to you. My consent is for ME to allocate. It is NOT for you to imply.

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My right to respect—and self-worth—is not contingent on whether or not you’d have sex with me, which brings me to Vile Statement #2. Because some people do want to have sex with me, just for what IS growing on my face. 

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Now, you may ask: how is that not a good thing? You would certainly think that a man who is willing to appreciate, let alone tolerate, someone who actually looks like me would be welcome.  

You would think I would be GRATEFUL. Grateful for what exactly? 

Grateful for complete strangers wanting me to send them pictures of my armpits and legs?

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Grateful for men calling out on the street, “Hey, what else on you is hairy?”

Grateful for every comment that says, “mmm, sexy hair” on a photo that has nothing to do with it.

Or grateful for every email from a would-be suitor that contains the line, “I’m sure you don’t get too many guys that like someone who actually looks like you.”

(And yes, men have written exactly that.)

That’s the line that hurts more than the picture requests, the fetish-y comments, or even the catcalls.  

Because it is an implication indicating NOTHING except your own warped perception. It is an implication that you are SAVING ME because you actually like me.

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So, you “have a thing” for hairy chicks, or tattooed chicks, or chubby chicks. Do you want a cookie? A pat on the back?

I hate to tell you, but you don’t get a reward for your noble courage to have such unusual taste. I’m not going to fawn over you in gratitude like a fair maiden.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your beard!”

How about NO.

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Because just like I told those dude-bros in the Bearding community, my self-worth does not depend on you knowing, seeing, or touching “whatever else is hairy.”

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You are not my knight in shining armor. I am doing fine without you. And for what it’s worth, yeah, ACTUALLY, I do get many guys who like someone who looks like me.

Not because they “have a thing” for hairy chicks, chubby chicks, or tattooed chicks—but because they have a thing for ME—the real me. Not some ideal, and not some fetishized object.

If all you can do is reduce me down to one small aspect so you can add me to your fetish collection, it is YOUR LOSS, because you are missing out on all the other things that make me beautiful. So, no. I am not grateful. 

And I implore everyone else to stop being grateful.  

All of you who have been told that you’ll never find love looking like that? All of you have been told that you’re not ready for love until your shrink, shave, and standardize yourself into beauty.  

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All of you who have been told to stop being so picky and just take what you can get?

Don’t take it.  

Be ungrateful.

Because someone out there will “actually” love you for who you are.

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Little Bear "The Bearded Lady" Schwarz is an operatic singer, member of the Seattle circus Sideshow troupe, "Wreckless Freeks," and burlesque performer.