It’s Christmas Eve and in the honor of resting my body over the holidays, I laid in my filth until around 5pm. Boy it felt great to not be commuting nor working today! At the point where I could no longer stand laying in my pajamas (more like my version of some), I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. Just as I was going to step one foot in the tub, I noticed a shadow blocking the other foot. I looked down and to my horror…I had grown a very full bush!
Usually I trim my bush the first day after my period ends. I do this whether it’s one of my celibate years or one of my “dick could fall out the sky” years. My maintenance is NEVER for a man! Lately, I’ve been working very long hours 6 days a week. On my one day off, typically Sunday, I’m so exhausted that just showering is a task. I’m guessing this is how my bush escaped me. Generally, I’m not a hairy woman…I barely have eyebrows…so a little trim once a month keeps my bush low and cute. Low enough where it doesn’t seem like I’m growing a garden yet full enough that it doesn’t seem like I’m a 12yr old child. Yuck. I generally don’t date men who have a fetish for a bald bush!
Now back to my horror! What to do with my full bush? I could keep growing it and rebel against all the sexist pressure that strongly encourages me to shave it or I could just go get my shaver and do what must be done! Speaking of what must be done…I’m still trying to figure out how my bush got this way. I’ve probably been having sex once a month (if that) and I’m not even sure if Elijah and I will ever be doing it again. I want to have romance and a chance to fall in love and I just don’t think that’s in the cards for Elijah and I. We both work like crazy (he works more than I do which I admire) and our communication skills are horrible. Come to think of it…last I saw him my bush was probably more full than I normally keep her. But since I haven’t had a man eat me out in almost 3 years and my sex life in general has been scarce and uneventful in the last 4 years…I’m surprised I didn’t just grow a tropical forest on top of my vagina!
And if I never shave her again…are grown men ordering a full bush nowadays? These are all the thoughts running through my mind as I debate.
Finally, I break down, run upstairs, and grab my razor. I get in the shower and I shave my bush to her usual glory. When it comes down to it…I’m a straight woman and just the thought of cuddling up with a full bush left me feeling…well…hairy. ~KJM wishing you a Happy Christmas Eve on this unseasonably warm Throwback Thursday?