For a girl that likes to be naked – I have spent a lot of time in recent blog posts talking about bathing suits. I’ve had my reasons. I’ve had my reasons where I have had to wear bathing suits recently. I have also found reasons and ways to get out of wearing bathing suits. Today, going to talk about something new I wore our weekend visit to a clothing optional beach – pubic hair. Might have just lost some readers here – but for those of you who stuck around – this is legitimately the first time I have not been clean shaven going to a nude beach. I also got to try out my new sarong – but that was a lot less out of place than my new outfit. I also didn’t spend the entire time naked – for lunch we went for hotdogs – Wreck Beach tradition of ours – I put on my shorts. I think going forward I will refer to this as “my new outfit” instead of pubic hair or my bush or whatever else I might think. And to clear things up – I am not talking 1970’s bush, I am talking well maintained, manicured hedge work kind of bush. Think Victorian Garden, not Victorian…
So first things first – by no means am I judging, caring, advocating, suggesting one way or another, and will repeat – judging – what anyone has going on down there. Male or female. Not saying one option is right, or not. I am my preferences and perspectives obviously, but also as you are reading – open to trying new things. Nor am I shaming, just sharing my observations and thoughts. And my observations are observations – not creepy gawking – and speaking large number and patterns, never would single anyone out. Except Jay – but its funny – well he thought it was funny – I thought it was silly. Back on track and to summarize – to each their own. I am a firm believer of this – regardless of topic. Going to keep myself on topic – and write down my train of thought for the coming paragraphs – my outfit – what other ladies were wearing to the beach – and then Jay’s landscaping adventure.
As I mentioned earlier – this was basically my first time in public not cleanly shaven down there. Maybe from a self-concious point of view. Maybe from a “all the cool kids are doing it” perspective, and maybe just because I assumed that’s what Jay liked. I’ve talked “Bush” before – but I also HATE HATE HATE razor burn. Recently – with Jay’s permission – I have just been using one of his beard trimmers to trim and maintain instead of clean shaving down there. Jay compares it to “clearcutting the rain forest” when I go more than a couple days without shaving my legs – but he’s an asshole (I saw that in a loving way) – but that kind of attention down there causes razor burn. The beard trimmer without a clean shave has made a world of difference. And let’s be honest – with everything closed and wet and cold weather – I haven’t exactly needed to be “business casual” as of late.
I didn’t think much of going to a nude beach not being clean shaven – hadn’t even popped in my mind. Quickly I felt like I was wearing sandals with socks. A massive fashion faux pas. Not that I was checking out every vagina I saw – but I quickly noticed – one of these is not like the others. Also not that I cared – or so I thought – but at least at this nude beach, on this day, at this time, drapes don’t match the hard wood floors. I am really struggling at making jokes and references to pubic hair that aren’t weird or gross. Thanks for sticking through this with me. I actually brought this fashion trend up with Jay as we went for a walk around the beach – and again – not gawking or judging – just observing and people watching.
He quickly pointed out in a disapointed face I hadn’t noticed his man scaping work. He just trimmed his pubic hair on an angle – so imagine wearing a belt as a horizontal line, the right side was half and inch lower than the left side in a smooth declining angle. To be honest – looked like he was drunk. He admitted it started as a mistake and he just went with it – and leveling it out would have looked weird. Jay has never been a clean shaven kinda guy down there – #3 bear trimmer guide all around. Speaking of clear cutting a rain forest… The double standards – but I’ve already had that conversation…
Not going to lie – wouldn’t say I was self-conscious as much as consciously aware of the fact I was one of few ladies rocking pubic hair on the beach. It was enlightening – little intimidating – and definitely curious how this was perceived by others. Not sure what I will “wear” for my next beach visit – whether I wear what I wore this weekend, go back to my old clean shaven ways – or finally ‘grow a pair’ and go for a wax – but I am sure I will update you all either way.
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