In my Gender and Sexuality class this semester (part of my secondary work in Women's Studies/Feminist Theory), the topic for class was on Body Hair and Gender. More specifically, we discussed how body hair has become genderized. We have new phenomena of straight men doing "manscaping". Women who (esp. in the early days of feminism) rejected shaving under their arms and embraced hairiness.
But the topic then turned to sex and specifically, the whole boom of hairlessness (aka the Brazilian waxing that I often rave about). Women in my class seemed like it was so gross to do that. I was like "Well..it's a common courtesy to just wax and trim...wouldn't want anything to get to be a distraction from handling oral sex". They all bucked their eyes like "I've NEVER had a man NOT want to go down on my because I have hair.......". I just gave them the side eye. My bisexual classmate (who is cool as hell) said "Well...the BUSH is back in 2012....going into 2013....."
Really? So the bush is back??
As winter approaches, I get a little lax on my "trimming". I do not shave as often. I def don't wax as often yet I still tidy up down there and go pretty bare or low. But I haven't had a full bush in a very long time. Like.....BEFORE I was married.
To hear that bushes are back is a good thing I suppose. I mean, waxing isn't a joyful experience. I do it as a necessity. I want oral sex easy to handle for my partner. I like a smooth look in my sexy lingerie. I don't like to sweat down there. I shave everywhere....and only occasional my legs because my hair is too faint to be cutting up my skin like that.
But the bush is back is like a good pair of throwback Jordans. And I suppose there is a market for the hairy bush and "wilderness" look now. Tribal is in (LOL). And in this period of celibacy (yeah we back on taht....) I might as well run wild and free. I'm not in a relationship and pickings are slim for coitus. LOL... Aint like no one but my gyno will see my snookie. And I am sure she has seen a bunch of hairiness.... grey..old..and young...curly and sleek....
Perhaps I can embrace the bush and embrace some Africanness. Some raw sensuality and earthiness..... I let it grow wild and hear the beating of a djembe.... I wrap my head in my cloth and wear big brazen hoop earrings...I do a hip gyration pulsating mating dance....and do clicking with my tongues and do a warrior woman cry...
...well at least for the winter. :)