The Hair Down There

For the proper double entendre, here are some jungle bushes.

Warning for potentially embarrassing but possibly humorous subject matter and WTMI.

This was a response to a post at The Hand Mirror, which is a feminist blog.

I identify as a feminist, for those that weren't already aware of this fact. Because as they say, feminism is the radical notion that women are people. And I tend to be accused of being a feminist whenever I refuse to be a doormat.

I'm 46 years old, female, and heterosexual. I started shaving my armpits and leg hair when I turned 12, after a classmate referred to me as "gorilla legs." I have very thick hair on my head and tend to be hairy on my arms, legs, underarms, and down yonder as well. I am a nurse and I still can't refer to it as a vagina without blushing when talking about my own, foolish though that may be.

I have been celibate for the past 13 years, in part due to physical issues with my plumbing, in part due to having had a lot of bad experiences in picking the wrong men, which is in part due to my mental issues (bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder.) I stopped having partners about the time when the obsession with shaved pubes started. I only had one partner at about this time (1998) who thought that I ought to shave the old "jungle bush." I did it to please him. On the off chance that I ever got involved with anyone again, I would not do it again. It's uncomfortable when it starts growing back in.

I would never in a million years get one of those damn Brazilian waxes. Ye Goddesses! Really, Ladies? Have the hair ripped out of the most sensitive part of your body to please...who? Maybe I'm just an old fart but I really, really, really don't get it! Of course I'm pretty allergic to pain, so that could make a difference!

In the long run I believe that everyone has the right to do as they please with their own body. But for me personally, I'll keep the hair down there.