On hair removal
I'm hairy. Everywhere. There is a layer of fuzz that's both comforting and unattractive in every crevice of my body. The feminist in me has grown it all out, teased many public areas, tugged and fondled other spots, and generally basked in the bushy goodness of my natural self. Still feminist, I've also waxed, bleached, trimmed, shaved & plucked many strands to feel even more sexy and less overshadowed by these mounds of hairy flesh.
The sensation of getting a full french wrap/brazilian by a talented waxer is borderline s/m sexual. Since my girl is so professional, it has somewhat of a clinical feel. Holding my legs to my ears and feeling the hot wax drip between my ass cheeks, I try to remain as objective as she is. But like a good massage, the body/energy connection just escapes the correct confines of the act and travels to more sensual realms. Pleasure/pain ratios thrill me. And the upcoming rrrrrip that the wax strip will generate is exhilirating. Afterwards, my skin pulses with sensitivity. Peeing is totally different, requiring extra muscle power to aim and...er, pressurize. It's almost like masturbating a stranger the first couple of times. And I've unmasked myself. I look in the mirror and see each fold, different skin colorations & textures...There's nothing to hide behind. Walking is exciting -- brings back the days of wearing corduroy and getting off on the friction. Except just the breeze under my skirt can stir me now.
There's another part of me that resents the work involved. I was born this way, so why am I yielding to the status quo & smoothing myself out a la feminine expectations? And beyond the legs, armpits, eyebrows...the pussy is the final frontier. The place that, when sheared, can resemble a pre-pubescent girl. Why does that seem sexy? It can be a bit revolting in its perversion.
But pussy power's about embracing how you look & feel without any worry or self-consciousness. So going hairless for me is the ultimate way to acknowledge mine & embrace it, rather than having it hidden with hair. I hide my face behind my big mop of hair most of the time. I don't want to hide my cunt too. I still go through waves of appreciating & resenting how I look in general, which naturally includes how I feel about my vulva. Being bare helps me connect.
I haven't gotten fully waxed since I moved. It's definitely time.
The sensation of getting a full french wrap/brazilian by a talented waxer is borderline s/m sexual. Since my girl is so professional, it has somewhat of a clinical feel. Holding my legs to my ears and feeling the hot wax drip between my ass cheeks, I try to remain as objective as she is. But like a good massage, the body/energy connection just escapes the correct confines of the act and travels to more sensual realms. Pleasure/pain ratios thrill me. And the upcoming rrrrrip that the wax strip will generate is exhilirating. Afterwards, my skin pulses with sensitivity. Peeing is totally different, requiring extra muscle power to aim and...er, pressurize. It's almost like masturbating a stranger the first couple of times. And I've unmasked myself. I look in the mirror and see each fold, different skin colorations & textures...There's nothing to hide behind. Walking is exciting -- brings back the days of wearing corduroy and getting off on the friction. Except just the breeze under my skirt can stir me now.
There's another part of me that resents the work involved. I was born this way, so why am I yielding to the status quo & smoothing myself out a la feminine expectations? And beyond the legs, armpits, eyebrows...the pussy is the final frontier. The place that, when sheared, can resemble a pre-pubescent girl. Why does that seem sexy? It can be a bit revolting in its perversion.
But pussy power's about embracing how you look & feel without any worry or self-consciousness. So going hairless for me is the ultimate way to acknowledge mine & embrace it, rather than having it hidden with hair. I hide my face behind my big mop of hair most of the time. I don't want to hide my cunt too. I still go through waves of appreciating & resenting how I look in general, which naturally includes how I feel about my vulva. Being bare helps me connect.
I haven't gotten fully waxed since I moved. It's definitely time.