When I was 15, I went with my sister and her friend to see them get their noses pierced. While there, my sister commented on this clock hanging on the wall. It was a basic clock, with a picture of a beautiful, purple flower as the background. The guy laughs and says it is nice, and that the background is of a tattoo he did. He said he used more towels on her than half his full back pieces.
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Share via Email Let us not underestimate how entrenched hair removal has become in the female psyche and let us not underestimate how entrenched porn has become in the male psyche. Sarah Lee for the Guardian I remember biking to the Korean nail salon every three weeks in high school so that a woman could sear off my film of mustache and thick eyebrows, chastising me if I waited too long. Their teasing made me feel bestial. But if my leg hair was a statement, it was only a statement of my laziness. I like the feeling of a smooth, glistening, clean, leg like I like the smell of fresh cut grass after it rains. I like the showering shaving ritual, the lathering of foamy creams, the tropical gels smelling of pineapples and coconuts as though I am surfing on the shores of Bali, the smooth line of the razor clearing through foam like the contrail of a plane in the sky. Partly because I had never experienced such pain.