*As long as they come….

My own personal preference is smooth and bare, wet and wanting, but in my relationship, I like to save that for more special occasions or “amorous weekends” – a romantic escape with my woman. So, I don’t mind if the yard work gets away from her when she has more important matters to attend to, and it never interferes with spontaneity, though I like the garden weeded when I plan to luxuriate in it. Sometimes, I even like it when she surprises me with some novel design, be it a simple heart or arrow, or something more abstract. Even a thin line (landing strip) can mix up the occasion, and provide a touch of healthy variety, which we all know is the spice of life. Moreover, I see no reason why the man can’t accomadate his woman’s wishes either, and I, myself, endeavor to keep a well-groomed tacklebox for her own satisfaction.

When it comes to my online viewing pleasure, I must insist upon the mange-less minge because I’m depersonalizing and objectifying the lovely lady, and because I’m a bit of a perfectionist. I am sure they are all nice people, and it isn’t meant as any sort of insult against them, but I already have a significant other and I’m really only looking at them for specific sexual gratification, not a romantic and thoughtful expense of my life. They exist in the realm of pure fantasy for me and we tend not to fantasize about those things which are less appealing to our own particular desires.

To say that the hirsute muff is somehow more “natural” than the slick quim is utter rubbish. Most men shave their faces to some degree or another. Most women shave their legs. We, all of us, cut and style our hair in a myriad of fashions and very few of us would argue that to be unnatural. What is perpetually natural is the human’s desire to look and be appealing to others. It is an instinct to groom. As with anything, this drive is variable, stronger in some, weaker in others, differently motived or achieved in still more. Vulval depilation isn’t even some new invention that arose with the advent of internet pr0n. Cleopatra, herself, tweezed her fertile valley bare, although I suspect it was more likely that she had numerous slaves to do the work for her.

Sure, if you wish to attach labels to everything, let those who do not trim claim “oh naturale” but do not think, ever, to liken the desire for a smooth field of play into some perverse and criminal fetish upon children. Not only is it offensive, it is pure slander and approaching defamation. I don’t go around accusing those who prefer a thickly-sweatered snatch of fantasizing about wild beasts or molesting gorillas, nor do I even view them in this regard, even if it is kind of funny. Social and beauty trends are as fickle as a 2-year-old diagnosed with ADHD, and will forever change. I’m sure the bearded clam will rotate into fashion again, just as I am certain that the shaven peach will once again reign supreme for a time – the cycle continues. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my lover’s pubeless love-box and maybe check out a few online from time to time. Maybe my tastes will change, maybe they’ll change back. Personally, I like to let these things evolve…naturally.