Kink of the Week: Pubic Hair (As Wild As Ever)

I’m 16 years old and I’m in an esthetician’s salon. I’m getting my eyebrows done. Not because they’re particularly hairy, but because that’s what I’ve been told to do. Normally my mom is here too, but today it is just me. The esthetician finishes tweezing the last hair, looks at me with a side-glance and asks expectantly: “Is there anything else you want done?”

Yes, I’d like to rip out all of my pubic hair, please. You know, because society has told me that at 16 years old, I should be back to looking pre-pubescent. All my friends do it – the ones with the boyfriends and the ones hoping to get boyfriends. The magazines tell me to do it, the porn I watch tells me to do it, the boys at the neighbouring high school make hairy jokes, so you better freaking do it.

$35 dollars later, it’s like puberty never happened. At home I peel off remnants of wax, pluck a forgotten hair and stare blankly in the mirror. 

Ten years later, my boyfriend is running his hands through my wild bush. My hair is not curly or straight. It’s an in-between kind of style, something unique to me. It gets all bunched up while towelling off after a shower and then quickly flattens under the weight of my clothes. My hair is racing to escape out the sides of my underwear, slowly making its way closer to my thighs. The right side seems to be winning.

My boyfriend has this thing where he rubs his beard in my pubic hair and it makes us both squirm. He goes crazy when I send him naughty photos of my hair. He asks for peeks when I leave a room. He asks for a feel when we’re cuddling on the couch. He reaches for a last stroke as he’s falling asleep. I tell him I’m writing about my pubic hair and he turns and says: “You mean how it’s glorious?”.

Accepting my pubic hair was a step towards becoming the person I am today. It’s a big ‘fuck you’ to the society that told me I had to change my body to please men. It’s a big ‘fuck you’ to anyone who gives a shit about what I do with my own body. It’s a way that I embrace who I am. It makes me feel my sexiest. I often find myself running my hands through it, lifting a leg to see just how long my sneaky hairs have grown, making sure it is still as wild as ever.

This isn’t to say that choosing to shave or trim or wax isn’t a valid choice. The important thing is for everyone to do what feels right for them, without the influence of others. When I was 16 and self-conscious and wanting to fit in, I made a choice based on other people – a painful choice. Now, I wouldn’t change my bush for the world. My boyfriend trims his pubes and you know what I love about it? That he does what makes him feel the sexiest. Whatever you choose – just make sure you’re doing it for you!

I’ll always advocate for the bush, but that’s just me.


  1. I came to the whole pubescaping thing fairly late but I am glad about that because I think it means that I was of an age where I did it because I wanted to do it, firstly to see if I liked it and then ever after that, because the answer was a resounding yes. I love how you have written about your pubes and the your partners love of your bush and I completely agree with you about having your pubes the way YOU like them not because you think it should be like that


    • Thanks so much for the comment! Yes, absolutely – we should be doing things for ourselves and not for the approval of others. So glad I finally figured that out 🙂

  2. I started shaving quite young but not because I’d been asked to or felt any pressure. It was a relief if I’m honest, I hate feeling hairy, it’s hot, prickly and uncomfortable. The one thing that always surprises me is men have actually asked me to grow it, I expected them to prefer smooth, but my answer is the same…hell no!!

    • I’ve had mixed reactions from people about pubes – actually most of my friends are shocked that I’ve grown them out. It’s funny, because I find that shaving makes it prickly and uncomfortable! haha To each their own, right? 😀

  3. I’ve always had a relaxed attitude about my body hair (pubic and other places) I shave once every few weeks and then grow it out in between. I like having hair but then at a certain length it becomes a lil too much for my tastes. I could just trim it but I love that exfoliated feeling after a shave.

    I do love a bit of fur on others too, I don’t ever want a partner to change it for me though 🙂 Personal choice is best, it is sad that people feel that pressure.

    • Thanks so much for sharing your experience! It definitely sucks that people feel pressure to change things about themselves. I actually just had a group of (straight cis) women at my apartment and the topic turned to pubes and it was overrun by “pubes are disgusting”. There was one other woman and myself who just stayed silent. It is so unfortunate!

      I love that you do exactly what you want – shave when you want and let it grow when you want! That’s awesome 🙂

  4. That’s great. I hate it how having a natural hairy bush is seen as a kink or is listed as Hairy Scary. There’s nothing nicer than sliding down the tummy or up the thigh and tangling fingers through a matted bush. Glorious 🙂

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