So I am currently the Stachist foreign correspondent – or at least I can claim to be so for the next 3 months.

But as my first post about the mustaches that abound outside our United States, I will share with you my first story of Mustachioed good will overcoming cultural and language barriers.

I was in Segovia, Spain just minding my own business, walking through a castle. I was thinking about Stachist a little, and was hoping that I might luck out and find some stained glass with an impressive mustache or two. But I ran into something much better.

While taking pictures of the castle to prove to friends and family that I was in fact experiencing this foreign country, this man came up to me and asked if he could take a picture of me. And so of course I spun the situation around on him and asked if we could take a picture together. Little did he know I was getting a wonderful photo AND a blogpost out of our running into one another.

Every 20 minutes, a child is diagnosed with…. A MUSTACHE!

Sounds like there is legit research is behind this “adjusted” billboard.

This is Justin. He’s been growing his mustache for 3 years but he says it hasn’t gotten any longer since year one.

I snapped this photo at Hemlock on Friday night after his band, The Silent Comedy played.

He’s still got a long time before he can challenge Larry McClure.

Here, in this picture, you may see on the right, myself, and on the left, Theodore (as I have chosen to call him). Now, just last night, I was buying ice cream, and when I look up at the man selling it, I was lucky enough to come stache to stache with Theodore, as well as his lovely Mutton-Stache.

Now, the Mutton-Stache is a rarely executed facial hair style that should only be attempted by professional Stachists, such as Theodore. It is a combo style where the grower lets his side burns creep down his jaw until they are graciously allowed to connect with the glorious mustache, without any pesky beard to distract away. It as if Theodore here has two gorgeous arrows down his face directly to his mustache, screaming out for all the world to hear, “Look how beautiful my face is now. I am a MAN”

Kids- don’t try this at home.

[P.S. Theodore- If you read this and would like me to update this article with your real name, please contact me at Joseph@stachist.com]

There were some fine specimens of mustache amongst the bartenders and staff at San Francisco’s Savoy Tivoli. This is just one example from this weekend’s All Shook Down festival. Mustaches should be a requirement for bartenders.

What do you get when you combine a newsboy hat, aviator sunglasses and a St. Christopher’s medal perched lovingly atop a hint of the mustache’s neighbor, the chestache?  You get a man who, according to his submission, is named Jer.  What do you get when you add a final accessory, this one below Jer’s nose?

You get a freaking rock star.

With the classic twist that only comes after roughing it through a week’s or even month’s long stage of awkwardness, today’s Submit Your Stache All-Star has reached the holy land of staches that few achieve: the necessity of actually having a favorite mustache wax.

You’ve heard of milk mustaches—those are for kiddos. Grown men with real mustaches prefer to wear the Guiness mustache instead. And having a real stache underneath makes your Guiness last just that much longer. Facebook fan Gregory models the Guiness mustache with his already impressive handlebars.

Reader Damian B. sent us a photo of his mustache while it was on vacation in Hawaii. You can almost feel the wind blowing through the curls of his untamed lip whiskers.

This is my brother. He had a mustache. I’m assuming it was a tribute to me and this site. He always had goatee, so it wasn’t too difficult to  move to the mustache. I’m disappointed tho because he only kept it for a day. Weak sauce.

My friend spotted this mustache on Halloween and wrote me:

found this stache on the street, too good to not throw a gnome hat on, what do you think of him stachey? could he make your website?

The answer is yes. Yes, of course. If I saw that mustache, I’da thrown a gnome hat on him too. (She was a Gnome for Halloween.)