Sex. It drives us, makes us who we are. I write it and I have a lot of opinions about it. And about other things--everything from movies to politics to education. In fact, after several months absence I've come to realize that I am no sex-pert and that my opinions and passions are far too varied to limit myself to only sexual issues. So....since this is my blog, I figure I should be able to voice my opinions about whatever I please.
If that makes me a Diva...so be it!

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Showing posts with label grooming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grooming. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Hedge trimming

I am a product of the current day porn culture. No...I don't sit in a darkened room, blinds drawn, scouring the Internet for images of naked men doing unspeakable things to each other. Well...okay...I HAVE done that, but for research purposes only. Really! Ahem...At any rate,  I don't do it on a regular basis. But that is beside the point.

When I say I'm a product of the present day porn culture, I am referring strictly to today's standards of grooming. And today's standards of grooming are, in fact, pretty strict! Hair on a head or on a chest, and even on a sinewy pair of forearms is quite acceptable...even sexy. However...hair just about anywhere else is generally considered rather...unsavory. So, yes I shave. Every other day or so...and pretty much everywhere. Save for the "landing strip" nod to the fact that I am, in fact, a mature adult female, there's little to no evidence of the waist-high hedge that was once was. And I demand the same of my partner. My hubby began his new grooming ritual about the same time I did, about six or seven years ago. And we haven't looked back since.

Sure, it's a pain. But since I choose not to go the waxing route, that's a figurative statement, rather than a literal one. (btw, from what I hear the laser option ain't exactly a stroll on the beach either)It's time-consuming and somewhat finicky, but other than my time and the anguish of the occasional ingrown hair (life's a risk) it costs me nothing.  And, for me, the benefits far outweigh the deficits. I mean who likes to floss during fellatio? Or cough up hair balls during cunnilingus? I shudder to think of the days when such things were an actual issue! Just as I still shudder on occasion when I read erotic novels that still make mention of that traditional "nest of curls" or "silken thatch." As I recall there wasn't anything silky about it, more closely resembling steel wool than the down of a milkweed plant. But maybe that was just me. lol

I know there are those who still balk at it. Who see it as a twisted reversion to the look of a "little girl", or who just simply don't see the need. And to them I say to each their own! But I would advise anyone who is considering returning to the dating scene after a lengthy absence to think long and hard about this issue. The strippers and the porn stars may not exactly be the icons of a generation...but I fear their genitals just may be. They've set a certain standard of hygiene and personal grooming, and if your choose to ignore it...you had better be prepared for the reaction when your hedge pops out of your yard for the first time!