After further conversation with my female flatmate, I was advised that waxing can rip skin. So over a week ago now, I went to the chemist and bought an overpriced Venus shaver (to help me release my inner goddess) and some soap for sensitive skin. I ran a bath and jumped in. After about an hour of struggling i was starting to experience an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and exhaustion when kent entered the flat. It was time for a break so I hoped out of the bath, donned some jeans and took a breather… this leg shaving is hard work.
I wasn’t too enthusiastic about recommencing the proceeder because it had been a real struggle. Ashleigh, my flat mate, started asking me if I was going against the hair, up the leg, rinsing the blade, lathering, etc… I was doing all of the above and trying it in all directions but the results were less than satisfactory. My hair was thick and wooly, too fuzzy for a shaver to work effectively.
not about to be defeated that easily, I went in for round two, packing a secret weapon. I stood in the bath and attacked the remaining hair from all angles using my buzzer. We took no prisoners and results were much better and faster. I then ran the razor again across the top to try to smooth things back out. I moisturised, dried, dressed and sat on the futon admiring the result.
my hour and a half yielded some fairly promising results. I missed a little around my ankles and the sides of my knees but with my fair hair it isn’t noticeable and I knew that next time the remaining hair was going down. The rest of my legs were acceptable, not quite as smooth as I’d hoped but I knew it would be easier next time.
After a few days for things to grow back a little I took another hack at it. I was determined to record a better time which wasn’t an issue because it was a thousand times easier this time. The Venus proved her point, hair was gone, skin was smooth, little fuss, impossible to cut yourself.
My third attack was this morning. Leg hair had grown quite feral and the venus loved it. This time I lathered up with a little shaving cream first. It was even smoother and easier, by far the best result.
It’s now very sensual. I came out from the shower, walked to my room and the towel dropped from my hips. It slid down my thighs and calves, the unexpected sensation I’m hit with from my freshly shaved legs is something I’m taking quite a while to get over. I don’t care what the rest of you blokes think, you don’t know what you’re missing out on.
I slide into my latex shorts. My legs feel like they are donning their outer layer of skin. They’re complete, it’s how it’s meant to be.
The other night, on my way home, I went to see if a friend was working at Subway in Hinely street (the party street in adelaide, filled with tattoo parlors, strip clubs, lively bars and alternative shops). She wasn’t there so I jumped back on my pushie and headed towards the city centre. I was within the last hundred metres of the end of the street when I hear a guy wolf whistle in my direction. haha… I’ve had a lot of weird comments cycling and unicycling through town but that’s an original one.
Also, I contacted the Norwood cycling club about membership details. Going to a race meet if I can get up in time tomorrow morning, just to check things out. Exciting… :)
thanks to Deirdre and her sister J for your words of encouragement and advice. Thanks to kent and ashleigh for criticism and moral support where they were needed. thanks to Nimetön, just because I don’t want you to feel left out.