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quiet jaw-bones.: "I'm just going to stop shaving my vag, is that okay with you?"

matt-fry — Fri, 25 May 2012 18:38:44 -0700

quiet jaw-bones.: "I'm just going to stop shaving my vag, is that okay with you?":

Todor stared at me in that way that you’d stare at someone if they started growing extra ears mid sentence.
“Kirra, they’re your pubes. Do what you want with them!”
“No! I mean, I want you to…”
I wanted him to what? Tell me what to do? Promise that he’d still find me attractive if I grew a bush? Change the subject and buy me a gift card for Brazillian Butterfly in Carlton?
The answer was D, all of the above.
Holy shit, O’Malley. What the fuck are you doing?

I’ve never had pubic hair. I mean, it grows. It exists on a follicular level. But since I was eleven, I have systematically removed any and all traces of pubic hair from my body, ashamed and already slightly worried that there was too much down there! I have spent my whole life afraid of being seen as toomuch - too much height, too much weight, too much pain, too much work, too much pubic hair.My best friend was tiny and blonde and had just a light dusting of almost invisible hair, while I sat awkwardly in chairs because I was taller than everyone else, my regular hair was bushy and mousey-brown (the first Harry Potter film wouldn’t even be released for another six months. There was no hair role model for girls like me before Hermione Granger) and this new, unwelcome hair was even coarser, almost black. It had to go. Ten years later, my boyfriend will try to touch me and I will pull away saying “don’t! I’m all hairy!” and we’ll both realise that this is an Actual Problem for me.
Pubic hair. Pubes. Bush. I only have three names for the stuff, which is at least seven names less than I have for my cat. Puuuuuuuubes. I want to whisper it. Behind my hand. While hiding under a rock. I pride myself on my complete lack of shame and I’m genuinely afraid of saying pubic hair out loud. I’m getting out of bed half an hour early just to shave my bits incase my boyfriend wants to get up on this. I’m refusing to let him look at me, let alone touch me, if I’m a bit spiky. Well, I say I am, but I really mean “used to”, because I stopped shaving, plucking and waxing about three weeks ago. And I am freaking the fuck out.

So how the fuck did I get from “don’t touch me, I’m all hairy!” to “Touch it, Todor! It’s soft!”? I realised that I wasn’t letting my boyfriend touch me because of it. I would turn down sex over it. The shame I felt was genuinely becoming a barrier between us and was inhibiting our sex life and it sounds so dumb when I write it down, goddamn it. But he is the dude who held my hair back while I threw up all over Fitzroy on a Saturday afternoon. He’s the one who decided to like Vegemite and peanut butter sandwiches for me. We’d been officially together for six weeks before he was pushing me through A&E in a wheelchair while my mother followed behind with my IV and then visiting me in the Maternity ward every day because there were no beds anywhere else. He knows that sometimes, I’m really gross. He’s really gross too (and really hairy!). Our entire relationship is based on openness and trust and communication and I’m not letting him near me because my vagina doesn’t look prepubescent?!

The issue isn’t the hair. It might have been once upon a time in 2002, but now it’s a whole other beast, all entangled with my feelings about myself and my inability to trust someone to love me and the deep insecurities of the little girl who doesn’t want to be too much effort. It’s about the fact that porn started streaming for free just as we discovered sex, so instead of trying to find a leftover Playboy we were able to google things like “fuck” and “tits” and all of a sudden there were videos of people fucking massive pairs of tits. We didn’t even know that was a thing people did a minute ago and now we were watching it happen. Sex became immediately attainable, if not on a physical level then at least a visual one and of course no one in any of the sex I was seeing had any hair on their genitals. Pubic hair became weird around about the time that I was discovering what it felt like to be considered weird. Poor pubic hair, that feeling sucks when you’re eleven. It’s about Cosmopolitan telling me about Brazillian waxes when I was twelve and Grazia assuming that I had one at seventeen. It’s about growing up watching women in music videos dance in belt-like skirts and realising that they’re the proud owners of baby-smooth vulvas.

It’s also about getting really fucking angry that you could feel this way about your own body, it’s about being ashamed of something that every damn person grows at some point. It’s about people like Amanda Fucking Palmer retweeting every photo someone sends her of their pit hair. It’s about realising that I can actively reject the bullshit and re-learn things I thought I knew about my body and my sexuality. It’s also about realising that you are crying hysterically and asking your boyfriend’spermission to grow it out (and your boyfriend being lovely enough to refuse to answer you because its “a ridiculous fucking thing to ask someone”). That’s fucked. Like, that is genuinely fucked up. So here I am, with three weeks of solid growth behind (in front of?) me. I like it. Like I said, it’s soft. It’s not as dark as I remembered it to be, which was a relief. Nothing going on down their could be described as “bushy” yet though, so it’ll be interesting to see how I deal with it on a substantial scale.

But here’s a short list of Things I Have Learnt Since I Started Growing Out My Pubes.

That mesh-type underwear? Ridiculously uncomfortable. Buy cotton, stop acting like an idiot. Your hairs and your internal flora will thank you.

Sex is so much better without the risk of stubble-rash, which is essentially vaginal pash-rash.

Shower time is at least three times more fun when you can pretend that your vulva is Sid Vicious and give it a tiny mohawk.

Pubes are sexy.

This post is dedicated to Madison, Holly, Katie and Laura, for being the sort of friends who say “go blog about your pubes” at ten on a Saturday morning.

alexandraelle: Baby, you’re a blessing and my best...

labyrinthined — Wed, 23 May 2012 18:31:20 -0700

alexandraelle:

Baby, you’re a blessing and my best friend.

Love,

Momma

Taken by ALEX ELLE. Do not remove tag link when reblogging, please :o)

What it’s like being me…: I have always had the...

labyrinthined — Tue, 22 May 2012 01:40:00 -0700

What it’s like being me…:

I have always had the hardest time accpeting myself for who I am. I have gone through life being the funny bigger girl. I don’t like my body and have struggled with an eating disorder for quite awhile.

I made the choice to start dating my best friend and he gave me such confidence that having a bigger body and curves was not a bad thing. But when he cheated on me with gorgeous skinner girls it was exteremely hard to handle. I wish that I had the strength to love myself and have the confidence in myself vs. being so affected by what others think.

I just wish things were easier. I wish that I loved myself more.

Sarah,

Your struggle personally resonates with me, and my experience has taught me that you have every reason to love your body. Life is too short to spend any time hating yourself in any way. Don’t let your bad experience with your boyfriend invalidate that you are indeed beautiful and gorgeous. I’m sorry to hear of your situation, it’s hard to experience such things with either a friend or boyfriend, so I feel for you doubly. It’s hard to achieve the strength and confidence you desire; it is a process, but when you get there, you’re there forever. It’s a struggle worth fighting through, I assure you. You do have the strength and confidence, you just need to find it, I promise.

Feel free to reach out to me further and I’ll help you as best I can. You are worthy and worth it, you’re gorgeous and deserve so much love. Remember that.

—Diana

Thank you for submitting, Rosemary. It seems like you’ve...

labyrinthined — Tue, 22 May 2012 01:33:54 -0700

Thank you for submitting, Rosemary. It seems like you’ve experienced some sort of journey in recent years, and I’m glad you could share a segment of it with us. You have a very sincere and friendly smile, I’m happy to have been able to see it.

—Diana

What it’s like being me…: you see this.you have...

labyrinthined — Tue, 22 May 2012 01:23:00 -0700

What it’s like being me…:

you see this.
you have expectations.
yet, i am in so much pain.
yet, yet, i’m still here.
i think…
i can do this.

I’m sure you can do it. I’m sorry to hear you’re in pain, I wish you the best in coping.

I don’t know much about you, but my “expectation” is that you’re strong, you seem strong to me.

It’s important to be as self-aware as you seem to be, and great for trying to work through things. Keep on doing, keep on knowing you can do. You can.

—-Diana

Talk to Me My Super-Heroines!! Yuliya “Flashovna”...

labyrinthined — Sun, 20 May 2012 23:49:00 -0700

Talk to Me

My Super-Heroines!! Yuliya “Flashovna” Kovaleva & Jay Jay “Batmujer” Sarmiento!!

Thank you for your submission. They certainly look like super heroines :)

Beautiful photo!

—Diana

thatsomethingsomething: 365 230 Love is Overwhelming. I’ve...

labyrinthined — Sun, 20 May 2012 11:09:22 -0700

thatsomethingsomething:

365 230 Love is Overwhelming. I’ve never been so happy! (by Miss Minie ♥ :Process Of Illumination:)

vickiijacobs: Stretch Marks Happen. Mommas love your...

labyrinthined — Sat, 19 May 2012 23:12:25 -0700

vickiijacobs:

Stretch Marks Happen. Mommas love your bodies!

Fuck the haters.

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labyrinthined — Wed, 16 May 2012 12:32:20 -0700

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labyrinthined — Sun, 13 May 2012 23:03:15 -0700

imagin-eeri: emeraldtriangleprincess: so there’s a lot of...

jennavev — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 21:44:58 -0700

imagin-eeri:

emeraldtriangleprincess:

so there’s a lot of beautiful Rosie the Riveters out there, and I’ve compiled a set of them, so we can appreciate them all together :)

ps I don’t know the artists or women depicted for most of these, so if you have info, let me know and I’ll add it!

original print (J. Howard Miller)

Sabina England (artist and portrayal)

unknown

Kelly Rowland (portrayal); Derek Blanks (photographer)

Guatelmalan Woman of Quetzalteca Especial (artist: Mario Lanz)

unknown

Roshan the Riveter (artist: Omid Hast)

Latina Rosie the Riveter (artist: my-little-native)

Robert Valadez (artist)

unknown

And of course, the original Rosie

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jennavev — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 20:37:22 -0700

cirquedreams: Worked on the silks yesterday!

z85 — Mon, 23 Apr 2012 12:36:42 -0700

cirquedreams:

Worked on the silks yesterday!

kvlv: I want to make a post about my little sister. Her name is...

z85 — Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:41:40 -0700

[Flash 10 is required to watch video.]

kvlv:

I want to make a post about my little sister. Her name is Meghan and she is 20 years old with the mental capacity of a 3-year-old (or around that age). When she was a baby (only a few days old) she started having seizures. After weeks of stressful hospital visits, my parents finally found out that she had something called Heterotopia which called for a procedure the doctors called “Hemispherectomy”. The doctors removed half of her brain to stop the seizures from occurring. I grew up with Meghan. For a while I thought it was “normal” to have a sister who acted this way. After she passed up her fourth year, people started looking at us funny. I was already a shy girl and when I saw the judgement, shock, and curiosity in everyone’s eyes, I quickly became introverted and even MORE sensitive. I sheltered myself from the world and would quickly retreat into myself as soon as ANY judgement was detected. I had this thick outer shell that I had built as a defense mechanism. Soon, that defense mechanism became anger. I would push people away and be rude to them as to keep myself from getting hurt. What I didn’t realize just yet was that having Meghan in my life and growing up with her the way she is… It was a complete blessing. She has made me strong, patient, and kind. I still have a bit of lingering anger that I like to get out with sports (and occasionally someone who looks at me the wrong way) but in all she has really helped me grow and thrive. I love her with all my heart. And now you all get to meet her via video. Thanks to all my followers.

I love when Kaela talks about her sister.

donotcallmeashley: raetheomnipotent: March, 19, 2012 with...

z85 — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 12:05:58 -0700

donotcallmeashley:

raetheomnipotent:

March, 19, 2012 with Arturo David Hoyte

I find these so stunning

postscriptums: I’m really pleased with how well my scars are...

z85 — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 12:53:19 -0700

postscriptums:

I’m really pleased with how well my scars are healing. Last summer they were all purpley-red and I refused to wear shorts or a bathing suit. Perhaps this summer that mentality will change.

Beautiful.

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jennavev — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 20:59:08 -0700

nothoughtsmagazine: (by Saria...

matt-fry — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 16:25:46 -0700

nothoughtsmagazine:

(by Saria Dy)

NOTHOUGHTSZINE.COM

FACEBOOK / TWITTER / TUMBLR / SHOP

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labyrinthined — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 16:34:00 -0800

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labyrinthined — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 16:33:10 -0800