hair

Hair. Unless it's on the top of your head, I do not care for it.
I delight in the many creative and sadistic ways of removing unwanted and unattractive hair from one's body.
Of course there is a good old shave - using a sharp, straight razor can be dangerously exciting. I get a thrill from burning it off, minus the unforgettable smell, of course. Sometimes I enjoy the precision of a pair angled tweezers. But mostly, I like to tug them out using My gloved fingertips.

I stepped on a plane to spend a few days at My secret hideaway at the base of the Wasatch Mountains. Last night, I visited a small theater in Park City to see My gay boyfriends husband perform a rendition of the Broadway musical - 'Hair'. He absolutely stole the show playing the role of Margaret Mead. And he is bald!

I do appreciate when one grooms or shaves hair in order to please Me. I once had a boy present himself with a 'J' carved into his pubes - cute. I understand there are some of you that do like body hair. And I also understand some have to report to a Higher Power that expects hair to be present on your body. So sorry. I promise to keep My evil, dancing fingertips at bay. *snicker*