B is for Bush
I stopped shaving all the time back when Michael and I split up but it was habit and one that I had always thought I did for me because I liked it. I have thought a lot about that these last few months. Was it true or did I just convince myself it was true? I can’t be absolutely sure of the answer but I am fairly sure for many years it was true. I liked how it looked and felt. Until I didn’t.
By the time I went to Miami to spend time with The Charmer I had a little fine dusting of hair sitting above my vulva. I still shaved my labia a few times a week but that was it.
When I came back from that trip I decided that I wouldn’t shave until the next time I saw him. That has turned out to be way longer than either of anticipated and in that time I have definitely shaved my labia particularly when spending time with my other partners and last autumn I did trim the bush right back. It was still there just short and neat.
Since mid December though I left it alone completely. It is what one could probably describe as a fairly full bush and that extends down over my labia too. It is a dark triangle of wild curls and I am rather in love with it. I have discovered that running my fingers through it and pulling and tugging on it, especially on the hairs on my labia feels really good.
So what is going to happen to the bush?
Well I will shave my labia again next time I see one of my partners but the rest I will see where the mood takes me. I definitely won’t be completely clean shaven any more. If I am honest the pre-pubescent connotations of it make me uncomfortable. (Just to be clear no judgement on anyone who likes the completely shaved look. I am just saying for me I am uncomfortable with those associations in regards to my body.) Having pubic hair feels womanly and grownup and that makes me feel sexy. The bush or at least some element of it is here to stay.
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