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Freckles - Another one of my minor visual fetishes.


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...really??? I had no idea there was this freckle fetish...all i see are fade creams in drug stores

my dad said to me once, you look like you stood behind a cow when it farted ( i get the dot to dot freckle tan)

this is refreshing to see, i hate my freckles.

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i couldnt find a pic of a cute guy with freckles...just girls...how strange...

I will smack your father if he's still around. Freckles are for appreciation.

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I have tons of those things lol. That being said, i only have noticed light freckles when i get tanner than usual. Maybe they dont show up on me because i have olive toned skin? idk.

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I think it seems far more prevalent in fair skin people because we notice the difference more easily since there's greater contrast .

Wiki:

Freckles are clusters of concentrated melanin which are most often visible on people with a fair complexion. A freckle is also called an "ephelis."

Freckles can be found on anyone no matter the background, however, having freckles is genetic and is related to the presence of the dominant melanocortin-1 receptor MC1R gene variant.[1] The formation of freckles is triggered by exposure to sunlight. The exposure to UV-B radiation activates melanocytes to increase the melanin production, which causes freckles to become darker.

Freckles are predominantly found on the face, although they may appear on any skin exposed to the sun. Freckles are rare on infants, and more common on children before puberty; they are less common on adults.

Upon exposure to the sun, freckles will reappear if they have been altered with creams or lasers and not protected from the sun, but do however fade with age in some cases. Freckles are not a skin disorder. People with freckles usually have a lower concentration of photoprotective melanin and are therefore more susceptible to the harmful effects of UV-radiation. An overexposure of UV-radiation should be avoided. Sunscreen has been suggested.

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This is for you and greyhalo:

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^ Rev. only wishes his shit was this tight! :p

Thanks for the pics, but I'm actually not big on freckles like many other DGNers are. I think a few around the nose are cute. But, I tend to like clear skin.

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