This took thirty years. Yes, really. Try as I might, I could not manage a beard for most of my adult life. The bf makes a lot of jokes about the bear community, which I think I may be technically a part of (but would not be seen dead with, especially after that horrid Logo documentary with the transgendered types).
But, yes! I've managed it, finally, after several months of chia-petting the hell out of my face. I wanted to claw it off like body glitter most nights, but after much perserverence . . .