Self-Care Vs. Dick-Care

“I haven’t grabbed a man’s neck and back while he thrusted inside of me for well over three years. I’ve been happily celibate for that long. Still, I shave.”

I just stepped out of the shower feeling good about my bald armpits, lady bits, and legs. With the exception of my arms, I prefer to maintain a hairless body.

I fully understand why some ladies don’t shave or wax, given that our societally-revered imagine of femininity we are supposed to aspire to is the grown woman whose pore-less, hairless, slim figure mirrors a prepubescent child. It should have all of us wondering if adult women are competing with other adult women for husbands and fathers for their children, or if men are actually pedophiles who despise the fact that the only legal partners they’re allowed to marry and have sex with are adult women who gain weight, age, wrinkles, sagging breasts and asses, and life experience.

Still, regardless of the pushback from the feminist movement and the atrocious idea that my naturally-occurring body hair is wicked away for the approval and attention of the men-folk, I still enjoy the feeling of slipping into lace panties knowing that no hairs will be peeking through. It is my little secret to be proud of.

I honestly cannot say that anything I do is for men, especially since I spend days upon days by my lonesome. I live a…