August 2011
17 posts
Fuzzy Femme Project (2) (seriously, every time I... →
Fuzzy Femme Project (1) (love the title. love.) →
cycling (2)
So I was generally pretty good about putting on sunblock while cycling for a week. Partway through the week, I look in the mirror at the youth hostel I’m at for the night and feel like the otherwise fairly light-colored hair above my upper lip is darker. I enumerate possibilities:
-missed that part for sunblock (unlikely, I think I remember putting sunblock there)
-put on too much sunblock...
Eyebrows, high school
(in Miami, which is quite possibly relevant)
1) I was on a swim team for part of high school. I remember women in it laying down, putting their head in other women’s laps, with the other woman bent over, plucking out eyebrow hairs with tweezers. The tweezer-keepers sometimes hassled other woman to let them at their eyebrows as well. 2) A high school friend’s mom had laser surgeried...
cycling (1)
I was bicycling in Bretagne, France a few weeks ago, legs and underarms unshaved and exposed by bike shorts and cycling top. One afternoon, a youngish-middle-aged man, also on bicycle, starts chatting with me, and it turns out we’re going in the same direction, towards the same town. Which is great, because he (is ridiculously nice and) likes chatting enough that he suggests we cycle there...
(and) hello!
this is: created in response to being verbally attacked for having unremoved body hair and/or this is Inspired By an attack by someone generally close to me for having not removed my body hair and/or this is an attempt to create a virtual safe space? and/or this was originally created with the idea of saying, simply, “we exist!”, where we are not prepubescent, not barbie-dolls, and/or...
