Lack of Moral Hygiene

The title is one of my favorite ways of describing deviancy.  But it's mostly a play on words.

See, as November taught me, some things must be sacrificed on the altar of the Time God (I call Him Timeolus, and He is a cruel and capricious god who delights in making moments fly by when they should drag and drag when they should fly).  One of those things, I'm sad to say, was hygiene of a more physical nature.  Not that I got stinky; I showered frequently.  But I'm afraid that I let the bush grow a bit because I just couldn't be arsed to shave.  I was going to shave for Sveta's arrival, but she told me to leave it, so I did.  I told her it would probably be the last time she'd ever see my bush, so she should make the most of it.  She was intrigued, since she's never (as far as I know, anyway) been with a woman who didn't shave.

I'm not against pubic hair in its place.  Mine just happens to be more trouble than it's worth most times, plus I confess a distinct preference for shaved in my women, so I follow suit.  But I thought, what the Hell, let Sveta have a new experience.  I confess that, in a free moment prior to her arrival, I pruned the hedge a bit while I was shaving my legs in the bath.  But it was so much easier not to have to shave all the time; my showers were much quicker without, so it actually led to me being cleaner than I otherwise might have been.

Still, as soon as I get a chance, I'm going back to being bald because while I like the fiery quality, I don't like the quantity and the maintenance.  Better to just bush-hog the whole thing and be done with it.  I really wish there were an easier solution than shaving, but it's the easiest I've found.  Maybe I'm missing out on miracle new treatments.

However, the reason I wrote all this rigmarole is because I got a picture of the neatly-trimmed lawn, and I wanted to prove to everyone that I'm a natural redhead.  This is definitely not au naturel though; if I leave it without maintenance, it's like an explosion of hair, plus it's not grown in completely (and I imagine that shaving it off all the time probably has thinned it out somewhat).  Heavily pruned and landing-stripped because I didn't want Sveta getting hairs caught in her teeth.  Still, although I don't participate in HNT, I suppose I'll make this post on a Thursday so I can be Half-Nekkid in good company.

Behold!

Yeah, they're cute, I know. I remember being young enough to think that having pubes was cool as Hell.  Now, they're just a nuisance.  Pulling out my Venus and making short work of them as soon as I have the time to take a long enough bath.  By the time this gets posted, chances are good they'll already be but a memory, waiting to spring upon me again the next time I get too lazy to shave.