To shave, or not to shave….that is the question.
I haven’t done a taboo topic in a long time, mostly because I think I covered them all. But this morning, while I was chatting with my friend Cheryl, the topic of our exes came up. Somehow, we started to discuss (okay, I started it cause I am a sicko) the overabundance of pubic hair.
Before I lost the nerve to write about it, I decided to just go for it. Shit has been sorta boring around here lately. Like, where has my edge gone, my coolness? We have to talk about these things, because they matter, damn it.
My ex did not believe in manscaping his manly bits. Nope. It was so bad that I actually needed a sling blade to whack my way inward. I can’t remember how many times I had to stop mid fellatio to pull a long and curly out of my mouth.
It was truly disgusting, I have to say. Very Sasquatchesque.
I wanted to remind him that he wasn’t in a 70’s porno movie, but it wouldn’t have mattered. He was attached to his pubes. Maybe he thought that they gave him strength and extra power to be a complete douche. I can only make an educated guess, of course.
I suppose it’s only
hair fair for me to discuss the state of my own pubic hair.
Jinx. No way, as if.
The main reason why we even have pubic hair to begin with doesn’t make all that much sense to me. I guess it was protection from the elements back in the day.
But now that we have thermal underwear, why not have some fun down south?
I recommend a kangaroo or an antelope.