Okay, folks.

This is a quickie – I know I’ve pretty-much disappeared since December 6th, haven’t posted a thing about Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers, haven’t posted new erotica or new links.
Blame it on Solstice. Blame it on christmas coming hard on its heels.
Whatever.

But I couldn’t let this one go.

Splitting Hairs

See, the above link? Is about body-hair removal. Specifically bikini waxing.

The author, Sara, talks about the notion that pubic-hair removal is all about youth, about The Observer (presumed to be a guy) is really after a pre-pubescent young thing and wants His Girl to emulate that aesthetic. (She doesn’t support this interpretation, I should add, fyi).

I don’t think that’s necessarily the case.

I know that, when I was with my ex, I’d shave my pubic hair so that it wouldn’t show out the side of my bathing suit, and he go and point out that he could see the stubble as if this was something to be ashamed of.
Naturally, this pissed me off. He sure as hell wasn’t scraping a razor over *his* genitals (which are a lot easier to avoid accidentally dinging, might I add – now that you’re all cringing…).
So it bothered me that he felt he was entitle to police my body hair in this way.

But I know he wasn’t looking for a child-bride, either.

That being said, body hair did become a sort of political statement for me at the time. As did wearing swim-trunks, men’s work shirts, or no shirts at all, among other things. (It was only after I started dating a woman – a woman who regularly waxes, herself, I might add – that I felt… that I felt that pubic-hair removal was not, on some level, a sell-out to The Patriarchy)…
And that’s weird, I think, because – left to myself – I actually prefer to go hairless between my legs. I like how it looks. I mean, yes, it’s a little disconcerting. The one and only time I actually had my genitals *waxed* (and folks, I’ve got hair growing on the inside of my labia majora, so there’s a reason why it was only one time), it was the first time I’d seen my Bits actually and completely hairless in something close to twenty years.
But I liked it. I liked the smoothness of the skin. I liked the extra sensations I got. I liked being able to actually *see* what my labia look like, for real, how long and dark my labia minora are, the juicy thickness of my labia majora. It was *neat* and kinda *cool*.

So, other than the part where it was expensive and, more to the point, immensely, terribly painful (which gave me some interesting insights into how I process pain – E.G.: Random pain that doesn’t stop is something that I process as “I’m being punished for something, and if I say “I’m sorry” enough, they will stop hurting me”. Which is bizarre, I have to say), I would actually consider doing this again. Just because I like how it looks.

However. What I actually wanted to talk about was the idea that the “landing strip” of a brazillian wax job is “decorative”.

Honey, please.

Have you had one of these things?

See. I’ve had my legs waxed once. And I got the whole thing. Legs and pubic hair.
All of it.
My first – and only – time getting a bikini wax.
The legs? Fine. Slightly painful below the knees, but the thighs I barely even felt.
Even around the pubic perimeter, things were okay. It hurt, but it was tolerable. I hissed between my teeth, but I didn’t cry and I didn’t yell.

Ahahahaha.

Turns out, the closer you get to the center line – you know, that point of bilateral symmetry which runs lengthwise down your body and happens to bisect your clit? – the closer you get to that line, the more it hurts like FUCK to yank the hair out by its roots.

The “landing strip” is not a landing strip. It’s not decorative. It’s there for a reason.
Specifically, it’s there (or left there) to keep the client from smashing the hands of the poor aesthetician she’s paying to do this to her.

So, yes, by all means wax the shape of a heart or whatever into your pubic hair. But understand that there’s a reason for leaving some behind that has nothing to do with “Yes, I’ve passed the age of fourteen” and, likewise, nothing to do with any particular onlooker, but has *Everything* to do with you and the amount of pain through-which you’re willing to put yourself.

- TTFN,
- Amazon.