Your comments remind me of my college days in the Borders in the early 70's.
As I was not a rugby player, and not a drinker, the rugby boys called me a poofter.
Indeed, I was known to shave at weekends and this confirmed for many of them that I was a poofter.
I also enjoyed the ladies who strangely felt that the unshaven drunken rugby players weren't playing their game.
Memories.................