A Mo named “Desire”
For those of you who don’t know who I am, I’m Bryan Field, leader of the Mo-Rons. This is my second year attempting to raise money for the noble cause of Movember - a time when real men from all walks of life band together under the common cause to grow and groom a Mo in order to raise money for research into prostate cancer.
Good causes aside, there are many motivations for growing a Mo but none as strong as my desire to have a
What more manly statement is there than growing a Mo? It tells everyone that I hunt and gather my own food, eat with my bare hands and that the thick carpet of hair on my chest has begun to encroach upon the vast untapped plains of my back. All that remains on my journey to manliness is a top lip full of coarse Brillo pad-like golden bushels of hair.
Unfortunately we live in an age where such ambitions are frowned upon. Manscara, guy-liner, latest anti-wrinkle creams, skinny jeans; these are the topics of office banter. Movember changes that; ice hockey, Tom Selleck, cut-throat razors and wrestling grizzly bears are back in fashion.
This is my chance to shine. By bucking all social order, Movember places Mo’s and their wearers firmly back to the top of the alpha-male ranks.
So with such an overwhelming sense of place and destiny, I proudly begin my month-long journey through Movember. With my Mo leading the way I can hold my head high in the office, stand tall alongside clients and charm the girls with my real-man-not-metrosexual swagger. I am my Mo and all it stands for.
Day 1
The golden haze
It’s day 1 and my inbox is empty. Male colleagues avoid eye contact. I cannot believe that all my effort of recruiting and canvassing has come up empty handed. Not a single friend or colleague is going to join me on my crusade for men’s health and raising awareness of prostate cancer. Impotence on all of them. I will go it alone.
Day 2
Serendipity
Success!!! TVF has decided to use my Mo as a showpiece on their newly formed land in SecondLife. Today has been spent breathing life into my
Day 3
Stolen glances
Unfortunately for me, my Mo is more of a Slow-Mo! Pale ginger with a reluctant bald spot right in the middle, my ambition of being considered a real man is going to take longer than I thought. I will have to endure days of “oh, you’re doing that Movember thing, when’s it starting?” “You haven’t got a Mo, I gave you sponsorship for nothing!” “Is that really 3 days growth?” “Why don’t you dye it?” The girls in the office being particularly mean.
My saving grace is the tube. Under the intense scrutiny of the fluorescent lights and chicken coop-like conditions I am bound to get noticed. It is here that my Mo steals the show, embracing fellow commuters who can do nothing but stand and stare in its golden glow. I see the glances starting already, stolen from behind up-turned coats, woolly scarves and newspapers. Soon I’ll spot a fellow Mo-Brother and we will share a Mo-ment. Nothing is more special during Movember than a Mo-ment; a knowing nod and a slight curling of the top lip is all it takes, but this secret line of communication is reserved only for the manliest of men. It’s what Movember is all about.
Day 4
Social standing
Given my follicularly challenged lip there are certain comments that indicate I am getting a return on investment, “German pervert” springs to mind! I still face a daily barrage of comments.
The plans for SecondLife are taking shape nicely. We have constructed a building and plan to house information regarding prostate cancer and my daily photo in there. Check it out!










