I’ve had the debate many times… The first time I was 19 and it wasn’t a common practice but my lover at the time swore up and down that I would before too long.
I laughed at him.
I’m really a no-muss no-fuss kind of girl.
Although I’m not reconsidering my stance after (ahem) a decade or two, I’ve finally come across a lover who would prefer a less furry look.
Yes – I’m talking about my bush.
Every lover in the past either hadn’t commented or preferred me al natural. The preferred group felt that stripping off the hair would make me look pre-pubescent and they were into women not girls. (Oh, how that line was music to my ears.)
But this one, this lover, made a snide comment about the fur.
Ouch!
So I did something I haven’t done in years, I shaped it a little… Holy Hell!!! I have been itching and uncomfortable ever since. The blunt ends of my curls rubbing unpleasantly against some of the most sensitive skin I’ve got. A constant brush of sandpaper no matter what I ware or how I sit.
I’ve done bits before and the grow-out is a bitch.
I think “tough shit” is the line I’ll be taking this weekend. Having a lover may inspire me to many things but in the end I don’t do any of it for them – I do it for me.
My body is mine, inside, outside, and in-between – take it or leave it…
Licks!
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