Have you ever stopped and thought about how many ways you've groomed your pubis over the course of your life? If not, I'm sure you are now.
Lucky for you, I've done it for you today. I was sitting in the office few night ago and I started thinking how badly I need to wax the growing Bush again and one thought lead to another until I was thinking about the progression and development of my bush. It went something like this:
1. There's a hair! It's there! I FINALLY got one!
2. A few misguided years of au natural. Ahhhh, high/high school where it was straight-up seventies bush in desperate need of a weed whacker. I don't know how any one ever found anything down there. It's no wonder guys are so lost when they're young.
3. Late teens. I've seen some porn to know that they look much cuter, not to mention are much more accessible and manageable if they're groomed. Now, how to do it? Scissors, no. Razor,Nair oh gosh burns, enh. Clippers. Yes, definitely clippers.
4. A dabbling in the landing strip. After I became sexually didn't take long for me to start fearing my girlie bits might start opening concentration camps and attempting genocide. I don't know how you can have a landing strip and not realize it's a Hitler stache, man.
5. Ahhh, the later 1980. Bikini waxes. Now, these were far superior to the razor burn and possible cuts that came with shaving. They lasted longer, the growth was softer. It was of course a hundred-fifty-thousand times more painful, and of course cost money and meant I had to get my cooch-spread on with a waxer. Lucky for me, I sometimes had extra money from savings, and was good friends with a beautician,in the lifestyle, so that gave us a chance to gossip and giggle… Yes, while I was spread-eagle with hot wax on my pussy. But, whatever. my first tumor,Waxing was the furtherest from my mind,but I needed trims. I Couldn't Reach It. I tried. The growth making me seem were too scary,after nicking myself, I cut the shit out of myself with some using a mirror balanced on the bedside table. I can't even think about it without wanting to cry. I couldn't reach it, I couldn't see it, I couldn't end wouldn`t do ANYTHING with it. And by anything I mean masturbate,or have sex. It just went completely unkempt for a few months. It sucked. I only managed to wash it with the aid of a very large sponge and LOTS of soap. my lover and Working nearly 24/7 I am lucky to find time to shower. She does not like clean shaven pussies,I have very little spare money and couldn't get away from work if I wanted. No waxer wants a bush to start of on, up in the snatch wax. Waxing is clearly out. There is NO WAY I can maintain fully-shaved, *see no-time-to-do-anything above*. I still think landing strips make my pink-n-lovely look anti-Semitic, so I've made the half-of-my-life-time circle back to the trusty clippers. Yes, it looked a little militant with the buzz cut, but I think it's more Army Barbie (If that's not a real thing they should do it. Barbie would look hot in a uniform;) than G.I. Jane.
Sometimes my *friends with benefits* perfered a landing strip, or as one once said, a he wanted a when I *dated* them, well the obvious was given.
Re-entered the lifestyle if only to chat,re-started waxing full time,Lucky for me, I now have *my sister* salon handy to call on when the damn bush is bushy enough to wax.....clean,soft and cuddly,but alas it only last for one week then it is back to G.I the next waxing appointment.
Sigh. The things I do, to avoid seventies bush.
I will in due time,give you a full account on what happened at the *sister salon* the very first time......