The Art of Shaving
(or: How I Spent My Afternoon)
Shaving is absolutely an art. And I disciver this anew every time I get in the shower and find myself working tirelessly over the acreage that grows unsightly hair.
This afternoon I had a nice long soak in the tub (something immensely enjoyable to women that totally mistifies men the world over. Well, except Luis - he loves soaking in the tub almost as much as I do! He is unusual...
Well, after my long soak I realised that the bath wasn't over just yet. The shaving thing was needed. My legs were hairy. No, not stubbly, hairy. It happens in the winter. I so cannot be bothered to whip out that Torquemada's device every three days the way I do in the summer when no one has a hope in hell of seeing my legs! In the winter it is a miracle to see any extraneous skin on me - I hate the cold in a way that defies description.
So I shaved my legs. And my armpits. And my chin (don't ask, just accept it). And then, once done with the bath part and now into the shower part, I went after my pubic hair.
Have you ever watched a good (ha, ha) porn movie and noticed that one of the women has a shaped patch? You know, shaped like a heart or something. I thought that might be interesting (I've done the shaving off all of it and hated it. It itches abominably when it returns and of course, looking prepubescent right there with a clearly adult body looks... well... wrong. It just does.
Trust me when I tell you that these enterprising actresses have someone else do the cutsey shaving job that produces the design of your choice. I tried for that heart shape and it was not easy and not without taking off a lot more hair than I'd planned. It is also a matter of having the right tool for the right job. As it turned out, once I started using that, things became quite a bit easier. Until then, yikes. A normal razor won't work. But still there is the angle. This is key. Looking down from my view, it came out... well. Lopsided and weird. I suspect that as a third party it would have been fine.
On the other hand, I'll be damned if I am letting ANYONE near that particular area with a razor!
Shaving is absolutely an art. And I disciver this anew every time I get in the shower and find myself working tirelessly over the acreage that grows unsightly hair.
This afternoon I had a nice long soak in the tub (something immensely enjoyable to women that totally mistifies men the world over. Well, except Luis - he loves soaking in the tub almost as much as I do! He is unusual...
Well, after my long soak I realised that the bath wasn't over just yet. The shaving thing was needed. My legs were hairy. No, not stubbly, hairy. It happens in the winter. I so cannot be bothered to whip out that Torquemada's device every three days the way I do in the summer when no one has a hope in hell of seeing my legs! In the winter it is a miracle to see any extraneous skin on me - I hate the cold in a way that defies description.
So I shaved my legs. And my armpits. And my chin (don't ask, just accept it). And then, once done with the bath part and now into the shower part, I went after my pubic hair.
Have you ever watched a good (ha, ha) porn movie and noticed that one of the women has a shaped patch? You know, shaped like a heart or something. I thought that might be interesting (I've done the shaving off all of it and hated it. It itches abominably when it returns and of course, looking prepubescent right there with a clearly adult body looks... well... wrong. It just does.
Trust me when I tell you that these enterprising actresses have someone else do the cutsey shaving job that produces the design of your choice. I tried for that heart shape and it was not easy and not without taking off a lot more hair than I'd planned. It is also a matter of having the right tool for the right job. As it turned out, once I started using that, things became quite a bit easier. Until then, yikes. A normal razor won't work. But still there is the angle. This is key. Looking down from my view, it came out... well. Lopsided and weird. I suspect that as a third party it would have been fine.
On the other hand, I'll be damned if I am letting ANYONE near that particular area with a razor!
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