My naked pussy

Let's talk about pubic hair, shall we?

What, too personal? You're at the wrong blog.

I've always found body hair and its removal to be somewhat controversial. As a feminist, I felt I was making a statement by refusing to conform to the beauty norm and allowed my leg, arm pit and pubic hair to grow free. Unfortunately, having a big ol' 70's bush doesn't go so well with swimsuit season, but I usually got around that by wearing little swim shorts or bottoms with some sort of skirt-like attachment. These also served the dual purpose of hiding my bum and upper thigh area as well as a little of the FUPA and muffin top zones. Let's just say I'm not much of a bikini girl.

But aside from swimming, I could get away with being hairy. My leg hair is pretty light and doesn't grow too terribly long. I remember in high school there was a girl in my class who didn't shave her legs and she had long, curly, dark hair. I didn't really know her so I have no idea why she chose not to shave, but it was definitely noticeable. And even my armpit hair, while darker, is still thinner and shorter than some of the other gloriously full pits I've seen on other women. Eventually, my unkempt body hair moved from political statement to just plain lazy. I'd go through periods of shaving, primarily during the summer months and then slack off as the weather got colder. I could care less and I never had a guy complain about it. I've found that most guys really don't mind a little extra hair if it means they're getting in your pants.

So, eventually I evolved into someone who would shave her pits and legs and would even do a little home waxing or depilatory to clean up the bikini area. However, my skin is super sensitive, so I would still opt for more coverage in that area than shaving or other irritating methods. Which is less sexy: big red bumps or a little hair? There was one area where I held firm though, I absolutely would not devolve into the kind of woman who had a totally bare mons pubis, or even one with all but a "landing strip" removed. I was firmly of the belief that it was some sick, twisted ploy by the beauty industry/men to make women feel insecure about their bodies and the naturally-resulting hair caused by puberty and to keep women down by infantalizing us, pushing us toward a pre-pubescent ideal. When you see celebrities today, most of them are forced to be dangerously thin, with almost zero curves save the enormous fake breasts. A naked pussy only goes along with this boyish figure ideal. Is this just some sick way for men to get to fuck little girls legally? Whatever the reason, I wasn't having any of it.

Until I did. Partly by accident. It started with the BF mentioning that would be kinda sexy, like in a special occasion sort of way, and would facilitate certain acts that benefit me, if ya know what I mean. I was strongly opposed and he of course went with whatever I wanted. Because he knows where his bread is buttered. Then I got a Groupon for a great deal on a wax, either bikini or Brazilian. His birthday was coming up, so I thought, "Oh, what the hell?" and I bought it.

I called to make the appointment with the salon. The woman on the other end of the line asked me if I wanted bikini, "bikini plus" or Brazilian. Bikini plus seemed like a reasonable middle ground, so I went with that option. This was going to be a good way for me to try it out and get over my fear of getting waxed at a salon. I'd dabbled with home waxings, which never ended well, and I'd wanted to get a bikini wax before. I could just never get used to the thought of actually doing it. But for better or worse, I was going for it!

Appointment day came. I was lead to the little room and given a drape to put over my bare lady bits while I waited for the aesthetician to arrive. She was a very cheerful young woman, really easy to talk to. I have a pretty good pain tolerance, so I was fine just lying there, chatting with her, thinking I was getting my "bikini plus" when YANK. Oh, that was way more than just a "plus," that was full-on labial!

She nonchalantly asked if I wanted to "leave a little," aka the landing strip. That's when I realized there had been a serious miscommunication, but there was no turning back. I could either say something and end up with a Brazilian anyway or just pretend I wanted a Brazilian in the first place. I often go toward the non-confrontational, so I played it off. And I sure as shit didn't want some ridiculous patch of hair left to memorialize its fallen comrades. I believe pubic hair exists for a purpose and a landing strip no longer serves that purpose. So, I casually said, "Nah, just take it all off."

It was a shock. It just felt so weird. And it looked so weird. That wasn't my hoo-ha! Whose hoo-ha was that? And damn was it ever enflamed. I had to coat the whole thing in Desitin for about 2 days to get the redness to subside. And a couple weeks later the ingrown hairs started. I am just too damn sensitive for this! And it felt wrong. I couldn't believe I'd gone against something I felt really strongly about and was now sporting a little girl vagina. What had become of me? Who was I? Why did I have this naked pussy? And even worse, why did I kinda like it?

Then a couple months go by and I got used to it. The hair grew back, but grew in more sparse and fine for the post part Unfortunately, my bikini line grew back as thick as ever, because nature likes to screw with me. Meanwhile, everyday I was riding the bus past a waxing salon that offered Brazilians for $49. And after while, the thought of doing it again crept in. I thought, "Well, what's one more?" The BF was out of town on business, so I decided to surprise him when he got back. Besides, he'd been really good about not having an opinion either way.

The second time around wasn't too bad. I had less irritation, fewer ingrown hairs. But it's expensive, so I knew I wasn't going to keep up with it. Summer is now in full swing and things are pretty much back to their natural state. I'm not exactly hitting the pool except to swim laps, so I'm not too concerned about hair. And I'm open to the idea of hair removal in the future, just not on my current budget.

Then I saw another Groupon. Or maybe this one was Living Social. Whatever the online discount provider, it was a coupon for waxing. And I bought it. Now I've got an appointment for next Monday, on my lunch hour. At a place where I'm getting a discount. Because when seeking to have a stranger apply hot wax to your labia, the one thing you should be concerned with is getting that service at bargain basement prices!

I told the BF that I'd decided to go hairless again for our European vacation. He knows he's treading in tricky waters with this one, so all he said was, "Ok, well, that will be less cumbersome for you." And what could I do but laugh? Yes, it will be less cumbersome not carting around all that pubic hair.

Meanwhile, I've gone from being hairy and proud to being yet another woman who has fallen prey to the beauty industry. Please don't tell the other feminists. I still won't change my name if I get married again. I will continue to put myself and my professional satisfaction above conforming to rigid gender norms, such as marriage and child-rearing. This doesn't change who I am fundamentally. But I've still be struggling to justify it. Recently I read an interview with some female porn star, Jenna Jameson maybe, about her take on Brazilians. She stated that she thinks the female anatomy is beautiful and without all that bulky hair covering it up, you can truly see and appreciate it. This sounds empowered enough for me to buy it for now. So, yeah, that's what it's all about, showing off my junk. My pussy is naked and I'm proud of it!