I’m sitting here with ice on my groin, recovering from a bikini wax. It’s my first in years, since back when I was doing burlesque and nude modeling. I think I must have blocked out the experience and simply remembered the results.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t horrible, just more grueling than I expected. My waxing professional today was from Russia. She didn’t have any body modesty issues at all. I like to think that I am fairly open-minded and comfortable in my body, but even I was unprepared for her to spread my legs and yank the paper underwear up between my labia. I had a few moments where my sex abuse stuff flared up and then I was fine again. Meanwhile, we’re chatting about my 5 children as she smears warm wax in delicate places. I gamely keep up my end of the conversation between gasps of pain when she rips off wax and pubic hair.
Then I mention my job…
“You make a website about sex for women?” she says.
Well, yes, something that will appeal to women as well as men.
“How do you know about such things if you are married?”
Uh-oh. Is this a language barrier thing? Or does she think I’m too busy to have sex?
“Yes, I’m married,” I cautiously agree.
“So your website is not for lesbians?” she asks.
I try to explain, “The site is for all people, I just want to create a website about sex that is different than most of the stuff out there. We’re making an environment that women will enjoy and be comfortable in.”
She stops and looks at me for a moment, “U-huh. You are heroic! Five kids and a sex website. Heroic!”
I’m not even sure anymore why I thought a bikini wax was a good idea. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while. Maybe because my sex life is so public, with pictures and everything. I like having a clean bikini line. I feel tidy and sexy – my cunt is beautified! But it’s kind of funny because I haven’t shaved my armpits in a year and a half.
My armpits drive my teenage daughters crazy. Joel is somewhat ambivalent. Harold is the one who talked me into growing the hair out – as well as abandoning deodorant. I wouldn’t have hairy smelly armpits if it bothered me. I don’t really care and it makes at least one of my lovers really happy. I guess that’s the point to all of the crazy things we do to our bodies to feel pretty. Do you enjoy it? Does it make you and you lovers happy?