Nowadays, I prefer plain and simple massage (my back!) to erotic massage. :-0
On 1/18/07, Dennis Perrin <dperrin at comcast.net> wrote:
> Joanna:
>
> > 1. Colonizing the bush: one more locus of work and money making
> > (depilatories, waxes, etc).
> > 2. Effect of porn industry (which begs the question since porn could
> > choose to focus on hairy crotches.)
> > 3. Jaded palates needing extra spice: the fantasy of raping a child.
> > 4. ???
>
> 4. Not getting pubes stuck in the back of one's throat (a la Larry David).
5. (Most obviously) the tyranny of thongs.
But women must pay $50 and more per month for _this_?
<http://www.salon.com/health/feature/1999/09/03/bikini/> Pussycat, Wax! Wax! A Brazilian bikini wax changed Gwyneth Paltrow's life; it can change yours, too! By Christina Valhouli
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I'm led into a small room by Juracy, my J sister of the day. She doesn't speak much English but she knows enough to tell me to take everything off and lie down. She runs her hands down my legs and pulls them away abruptly. "Ohhh, you shave!" she says, clucking and frowning at me in disapproval. She makes me feel like I've just been caught cheating on a test. "Well, I'm Mediterranean, you know, and shaving is just easier." The frown deepens. "You let it grow and come back see me in three weeks." This woman means business.
Juracy grabs my legs and bends them toward my chest, and plants a hand under each knee. It's hard to act nonchalant when you're bare-assed, twisted into a yoga position and giving a stranger a bird's eye-view of your nether region. As I'm concentrating on the cherubs and moldings on the ceiling (just like being at the doctor's!), Juracy spreads baby powder all over my crotch and butt. And I mean all over, inside and out. This woman is not shy about touching strangers. She tilts me up slightly, frosts my butt with warm wax and wham, bam, there goes the hair. I didn't even know I had hair down there. (Yup, everyone does. Butt waxing is part of what differentiates a Brazilian wax from a regular wax.) The pain isn't bad at all but I become alarmed when she grabs my labia, folds them back and spreads wax on them. Riiiiiiiip. I gasp and my eyes bug out. "Owwwwwww." Juracy grins.
She twists my body from side to side as she works her way up, and at one point my leg is thrown over her shoulder. I feel like she's going to cart me off to the woods, cave-man style. The waxing is over in about 15 minutes. Then Juracy goes over my body with tweezers, plucking stray hairs. And for the grand finale, she grabs my pubic hair between two fingers, pulls it up, gives it a good whack with scissors and dusts me off with more baby powder. I've been too afraid to look until now. I peer down at my body. It's a mess, glowing red and swirled with baby powder. Ugh.
-- Yoshie <http://montages.blogspot.com/> <http://mrzine.org> <http://monthlyreview.org/>