Jave D wrote:When did body hair - as in back, chest and shoulders, and even arms these days - become something Bad for guys to have? Like unattractive and somehow gross. And why? What's so fantastic about hairlessness? Should I be shaving my shoulders, waxing them, wage a private, pathetic and futile war against Hair? Why? WHY I ASK YOU. I'm a mammal, dammit - not an amphibian. I grow hair. I shouldn't be made to feel ashamed about it. But it doesn't conform to the latest Sociocultural Standard now, so now I'm the accursed one. I'm Enkidu, or Esau. Possibly Cain, or a Werewolf. A pariah. Outcast. Shunned. Fuck that, I say! If someone doesn't like my hairs, that's their damn problem, not mine. I have enough problems as it is. I'm glad I'm not trying to play the romance game, trying to attract people, if they're so bloody superficial and trendy and absolutely blind to the irrelevant strings that make them think what they think. One day a man's supposed to be hairy, the next, not hairy, and on each day everyone just accepts that as some kind of universal truth, as if the day before (or the day next) never happened.
I'm a mammal, dammit - not an amphibian.
That is funny stuff, jave.
Such a good point.
Of course, I live in the same culture you live in.
I could give a shit what most people think of my hair.
Head or body. They do have opinions. So do I.
My nation suffers from Arrested Development.
Both the men and the women are shaving.
It is darned funny and a little creepy.
What lens to look through?
Dreams of our future from 50-60 years ago showed us some slick people.
Metrasexuals wear unitards, have cell-phones, and flat screen TV's with internet.
That's one way.
The other way is creepier.
They are pushing themselves to look on the outside what the Are on the inside.
They are pubescent and prepubescent children. And; They are adults. See?
It's, sort of, creepy. Unless that is your fetish or turn on, as it were.
Then it's not creepy, its sex. And, that's funny. As long as I can walk away.
No hair at all on those people.
The poor things.
One young man confided in me.
He was having troubles.
The poor baby.
He had shaved.
He was a Fur Ball, before.
Did it get him laid?
Yes. Yes, it did.
It got him a lot more than that.
With good medical care, he will be alright.
He got an infection.
The shaving caused a rash of some kind.
The rash became infected.
MRSA was everywhere that year.
Another big healthy young man, brought down by fashion.
Fashion and other people.
He would have never gotten into trouble, alone.
That kind of trouble can not be gotten into, alone.
That kind of trouble can not be gotten out of alone, either.
He needed antibiotics. Poor baby. He was not feeling well.
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We are all in The Gutter.
Some of us see The Gutter.
Some of us see The Stars.
by mr. Oscar Wilde.
Those that want to Know; Know.
Those that do not Know; Don't tell them.
They do terrible things to people that Tell Them.