I’m blonde, so I probably spend less time than women with darker hair worrying about body hair, and I can get away with doing a really half-assed job shaving my legs each morning, because I’m horribly nearsighted and really can’t see what I’m doing without my contacts. Each morning, I shave my pits and I hack at my legs to little effect, but I figure what hair escapes my Venus® Embrace Razor today, I’ll get tomorrow. It’s only a matter of time, leg hair. Your days are numbered.
I was a lot more vigilant about body hair when I was dating. I also wore more makeup, ate more salads, and laughed at jokes that weren’t funny, if the guy was cute enough. But back to the body hair thing, I maintained a Brazilian throughout college and I know the precise moment I fell in love with my husband (or husband to be): it was when he told me he preferred “a little hair.” I quickly gave up that particular torture and began making wedding plans.
While I haven’t thought a lot about my own body hair lately, I’ve found myself thinking more and more about my husband’s. He’s going bald and to hide it, he has come up with the clever masquerade of wearing a baseball cap all the time. No bald man here, just a guy who likes baseball! Sometimes I roll over to see him snoring, his mouth open and a bit of drool leaking out, and that goddam Yankees cap still on his head. I actually don’t mind the baldness, and God knows I prefer it to the Yankees cap (Go Red Sox!). I figure if he’s willing to accept a little more hair on my lady parts, I’m perfectly able to accept a little less hair on him.
I’m mostly a fan of hair on men, except for back hair. I once dated a guy who had so much hair all over
his body that making out with him was like petting a cat. But I like facial hair (my husband has an on again/off again goatee) and I’ve always enjoyed the sensation of scratchy whiskers on my skin when we kiss, or wherever his face winds up brushing against my body. I find it very exciting, and another thing I would miss (along with penis) if I ever decided to try out that lesbian thing.
Unless I find the right woman.
Like, for example, this woman, Mariam (she goes by one name only), a German mother who has been letting her facial hair grow since 2008. From the New York Daily News:
A German woman who struggled with facial hair for nearly two decades said she finally feels sexy, now that she’s ditched the clippers and let her beard grow.
“I feel more confident and I know myself better now than when I was younger,” the 49-year-old mom, identified only as Mariam, told the British talk show, “This Morning.”
Mariam now has a sort of wispy goatee (that you can see if you click on the link to the article) that reminds me a lot of the “beard” my high school boyfriend, Keith, tried to grow senior year so he would look old enough to buy beer. That didn’t work for Keith, and I’m not sure this look is working for Mariam. She’s been single for about ten years now and, according to the article, is “looking for love.”
Got to wonder what that eHarmony profile looks like.
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