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Let’s Talk About Hair… February 5, 2011

…of the pubic type.

The other day, regular commenter Wilson posted a link to this blog post, which I quite liked. I know it was in response to an earlier comment of his where he said he hates the current fad of “bare pudendas.” I replied that on that issue, we’d have to agree to disagree.

Actually, I don’t completely disagree—I am mostly neutral on the topic. Reading some of the comments from the blog, the author came to the conclusion:

If there is one thing you glean from this list of comments it’s that men and women alike fucking hate pubic hair with a passion. According to this slice of society pubic hair is equated with gross.

With all that passion I felt bad that I was not more passionate!

As I have mentioned before, I grew up in the dark ages and conversations about pubic hair—and trimming it—were just not things that came up. Ever. I assumed everyone—male and female—had a bush and that was it. My sexual escapades in college confirmed that my assumption was true.

Three weeks after we were married, Ab and I had a wild and crazy night and did things that neither of us had done before. Since we didn’t own any sex toys it was a night filled with pervertibles; one of those was a razor. He shaved off all my pubic hair which was a first for me—up until that time I had never even trimmed it, much less shaved it off! It was incredibly hot when he did it and I loved the feeling of being all smooth. Of course, the next morning when we woke up, slightly hungover, I was consumed with “Oh my God, what did we do? I am such a bad girl!” Nature reinforced that I was a bad girl since it itched like hell over the next few weeks while it was growing back in.

That was probably the first hint that we both have a bit of a shaving fetish, but it wasn’t really a driving force for either of us. Occasionally we’d get wound up and he’d do me but that was about it.

Looking at that picture of Sasha Grey—she’s got beautiful dark hair and a beautiful bush to match (and, if you look closely, it’s obvious she’s trimmed. She’s not completely au naturel.). If my pussy hair looked like that, I might want to hold onto it, too. But the hair on my head is blonde (chemically assisted these days, but, whatever) and my pussy hair was sort of mousy brown. It was not particularly attractive so that contributed to my take it or leave it attitude.

(You know whose crotch I’d like to see? Prince Harry. I bet he has gorgeous red pubes!)

Ab is not a particularly hairy guy and somewhere along the line it hit me that his chest hair—the few little whiffs that he had—wasn’t very alluring. I suggested he shave it off and frankly, on his chest he does look better smooth. He got the idea for shaving his pubes when we started going to naturist resorts and he saw other guys sporting the smooth look. Again—if he had a fabulous dark treasure trail leading to unknown mysteries beneath his fly, I might have been sad about the razor. But he didn’t and being smooth adds to his twink look—which both of us like. It’s been so many years that he’s been a smoothie, I’ve actually forgotten what his pubic hair looks like.

As for me, I’m mostly smooth, too, but it’s not because I hate the smell, look, feel, or texture of pubic hair. I think it’s mostly that every time he shaves me, it brings back the memory of that night when we were very, very young and very, very naughty. 🙂