Shaving

There is something about shaving I like. This weekend, I took a little effort to clean up between my legs. Part of it is for the trip I’m going on and part of it is because I simply prefer to be as bare as possible. Fortunately, I found out that my skin isn’t really sensitive to Nair so I use that and just finish up with a razor, but there is something about sliding my fingers against slick flesh that I love.

Which is a contrast to Fluffy who won’t shave at all, even as a present for me. Different strokes for different folks, but still interesting.

Still… I love the feel of it and I notice a lot of my characters in my stories are shaved for the same reason.

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Could be, but I’m pretty good about cleaning down there. Do it twice a day, pretty much without fail. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything and I suspect, as I get older, it will be more of an issue, but right now… I like it as bare as possible.

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I don’t like telling people my gender. If you know it, you’ll start to make assumptions about me and it colors what I say in a specific light. People can’t help it, mainly because by the time we get here, we have 21+ years (if you follow my rules) of history that says “males do Y, females do X”.

And, because of my life, I honestly don’t associate myself with one gender or the other. I’ve had fantasies of being both, none, all have done so for most of my 34 years on this planet. I also know too many people who enjoy the Internet simply for crossing genders.

I don’t mind if people ask, but just realize that it is very rare that I’ll actually give an answer.

And I agree with Ludovico, I don’t ask either. It is more fun just seeing what is in someone’s head than what is or isn’t dangling between their legs.