No shaving here. I'm not a very hairy person, so it isn't really a big deal for me. I've shaved in the past, but I prefer au natural for me and my lover. Upkeep is kind of a bitch and my skin is too delicate for shaving. It's painful. I don't like the idea of risking a nick, having bumps or rough stubble. Smooth testicles can be very sexy, but I'd rather the shaft and everything else be natural. Giving head isn't very fun when bristly little hairs are poking up at me.
You cannot love a vagina unless you love hair. Many people do not love hair. My first and only husband hated hair. He said it was cluttered and dirty. He made me shave my vagina.
It looked puffy and exposed, like a little girl. This excited him. When he made love to my vagina, it felt the way a beard must feel. It felt good to scratch it and painful, like scratching a mosquito bite. There were screaming red bumps. It felt like it was on fire. I refused to shave it again.
Then my husband had an affair.
When we went to marital therapy, he said he screwed around because I wouldn't shave my vagina. The therapist had a thick German acccent and she gasped (gasp) between sentences (gasp) to show her empathy. (gasp)
She asked me why I didn't want to please my husband. Why I didn't want to shave my vagina. I told her I thought it was weird. I felt little when my hair was gone down there and I couldn't help talking in a baby voice and even Calamine lotion wouldn't stop the irritation.
She told me marriage was a compromise.
I asked her if shaving my vagina would stop my husband from screwing around. I asked her if she had many cases like this before. She told me that questions diluted the process. She was sure it was a good beginning, I just needed to jump in.
This time, when we got home, he got to shave my vagina. It was like a therapy bonus prize. He clipped it a few times and there was a little blood in the bathtub. He didn't notice. He was so excited shaving me. Then later, when my husband was pressing against me, I could feel his spiky sharpness sticking into my naked, exposed vagina.
There was no protection. There was no fluff.
Then I realized that hair is there for a reason.
It's the leaf around the flower, the lawn around the house.
You have to love hair in order to love the vagina. You can't pick the parts you want and besides, my husband, well, he never did stop screwing around.