Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Furry beast
In the bath a light shines from the crack between the blind and the window, room pale green apart from the dagger stabbed ray of light falling over me naked swimming in the tub. My bikini line hairs holding on to oxygen bubbles. I haven’t bothered shaving for a few weeks now due to my perpetual singledom and lack of fuck buddy. Why do a lot of lesbians seek an idealised female body… that is, how we look from a male point of view…we are conditioned also to rip out our hairs in the name of vanity even though we are looking at each other in our nakedness and beauty. I still shave mine off cos it looks prettier. Though if a lady chose to keep her hair that would be cool with me… just keep it a bit trimmed, luv…for access reasons. After shaving it disturbs me how getting rid of leg and armpit hair makes us baby like… do we want to fuck babies I ask. Deny our hormones the right to make our hair sprout. Be afraid of how your hormones make you feel. Don’t have sex or wear a vest top til you’ve got rid of the sprouts…. Meeting a new lady, do you get rid of all unwanted hair or do you make a defiant stand against razor intervention and straight institution. In the wild we’d be naked in the mud with full body hair. Lifting my leg up, the slash of light shows off my razor handiwork to its best advantage…Job done, I drain the water and rinse out the fur my body wasted its time making, with a feeling of utter confusion.
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I wondered if I was the only one to have that baby thought. Or if it was too perverted a thought to think. But you've said it now, so that's ok. It is strange how we can't wait to visably be an adult, and then as soon as we get too furry we shave it all off. The first time I shaved it all I worried that rather than looking like some kind of sex goddess I actually looked lke a 10 year old girl. It's weird.
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