The one-stop blog spot for your Nineteenth Century Mustache needs!
Dear Gentle Reader,
Many of the following pages have graphic and clear images of the masculine mustache in all its forms, both sublime and grotesque. My intent is not to shock or titillate, but merely to inform on the subject. The Nineteenth Century gave us many things, but above all it was a hotbed of facial hair experimentation and this is but a poor sampling of those many lost forms.
From his lustfully low widow's peak to his jaunty bow-tie, everything about this gentleman indicates a willingness to let his bushy mustache live wild and free.
but, less than a year later, his dear Uncle Therman passed on, leaving him the family pickle factory that he sold to Heinz and retired to Montana, where he was elected Senator in a compromise decision. A Fne man with a fine 'stache!
Ah, yes... the phrenologist's assistant... that ultimate erotic imago of the Nineteenth Century man's lustious imaginings. The long, tapered fingers sliding under the hat band; the gentle touch of her cranial calipers... and, of course, the uniforms!
Inappropriate, like all good things that resolve from the fog of cognition in the mind's eye!
A wonderful specimen of Male Virility. I thouroughly congratulate the caretakers of the Fine Establishment that is "Mustaches of the Nineteenth Century". I also wish to propose that this Fine Establishment engages in a detailed debate concerning the Urgent Issue of limiting the suffrage to those who can demonstrate they can grow proper Facial Hair! It is due time, I say, and I have the entire Board of the Moustache Croquet Judges Association of my Club to back me on this!
Yours Sincerely, Maj. Gen. Sassafras C. Babcoot, GCB, LVO
5 comments:
A little TOO wild and free, I'm afraid. His wife left him after catching him in a compromising position with a phrenologist's assistant.
but, less than a year later, his dear Uncle Therman passed on, leaving him the family pickle factory that he sold to Heinz and retired to Montana, where he was elected Senator in a compromise decision. A Fne man with a fine 'stache!
Ah, yes... the phrenologist's assistant... that ultimate erotic imago of the Nineteenth Century man's lustious imaginings. The long, tapered fingers sliding under the hat band; the gentle touch of her cranial calipers... and, of course, the uniforms!
Inappropriate, like all good things that resolve from the fog of cognition in the mind's eye!
Your faithful servant,
J
A wonderful specimen of Male Virility. I thouroughly congratulate the caretakers of the Fine Establishment that is "Mustaches of the Nineteenth Century". I also wish to propose that this Fine Establishment engages in a detailed debate concerning the Urgent Issue of limiting the suffrage to those who can demonstrate they can grow proper Facial Hair! It is due time, I say, and I have the entire Board of the Moustache Croquet Judges Association of my Club to back me on this!
Yours Sincerely,
Maj. Gen. Sassafras C. Babcoot, GCB, LVO
Stephen Fry?
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