It LIVES! Less than 120 hours to go.

That's right you nay Sayer's. I have a Mo. It's long, it's a bit blond but undoubtedly there is a Mo there. So nyer.

It's been a long, committed and diligent journey. I've thought about this hairy companion for awhile now, watching it take form, nurturing it, whispering to it softly and willing it along to grow just that little bit more lest I face another day of berating from peers and strangers alike.

So there. I'm hairy. I'm a man (even if it's a vague definition of one) and I'm sun burt.

Yes, the weekend was spent in the sun at an outdoor party located 200km bush wise from Melbourne. I paraded around my little hairy sex magnet without so much as a sideways glance as there were far funnier looking folks than myself meandering around the place. I was lost in the background that was the Earthcore crowd. But I partied it up with my Mo in place, it enhanced my rude bush look and to great consequence: I convinced a few non believers to donate. Not by way of banter but by showing that there is no embarrassment but pride in showing off my Mo. There is, in fact, hope for those with slow growing hair follicles.

So here I sit, less than 5 days to go, aiming for great monetary heights, thinking once again about why I'm doing this and beaming from not only a great weekend but the knowledge that the efforts put in thus far as going to a great cause. They will hopefully alleviate some of the male health stress that thousands of my testosterone filled Homo sapien counterparts have to endure when faced with medical life changing problems.