My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
As you can tell from this blog post, I obviously spent too much time sitting in the park last week feeding nuts to the squirrels, because I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to talk about shaving my gonads.
I mean, why not?...gonads deserve a blog post too.
(ask any man)
I had originally planned to post about how I need to use my reading glasses in order to properly shave my face in the morning, but while I was googling the Internet for images of men shaving, I began to notice articles on How-To-Shave-Your-Balls and I thought to myself, "Hell...this is a much more interesting blog topic."
(isn't it wonderful how destiny takes you where you need to speak?)
What was really interesting about these articles, was that some of them included a comment forum in which men shared their views on shaving versus going natural.
Several of the articles also gave tips on how to shave safely; warning men NEVER to use wax as a way to remove testicle hair, which I thought was a very wise warning because I can only imagine the damage it could do. It would probably feel as though you stuck your gonads on a piece of hot duct tape and then ripped it off.
*However, one advantage to doing that would be that it would most likely cause your loins to hang to the floor like a porn star.
Quite frankly, not only do I shave my kiwis, but I also coif my entire pubic area.
The reason why I do this, is because if I didn't...I would need a compass and a Boy Scout to locate my genitalia.
I'm Italian, therefore, I've been blessed with an over-abundant hair gene.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't mind being hairy, but I do mind my manhood looking like a toucan bird sticking it's beak out of an Amazon rainforest.
However, this wasn't always the case....
Many, many years ago, a good friend of mine was constantly telling me how much he LOVED shaving his ping-pongs because of the look and feel. At the time, I thought he was deranged because the image of getting a razor anywhere near my diamond studs made me CRINGE.
Yet, I have to admit...after trying it one hot and humid summer, it made me feel like I had just eaten a York Peppermint Pattie. I felt a cool breeze blowing between my legs.
The only slightly negative thing about shaving, is that when the hair begins to grow back...my kiwis begin to itch. But sprinkling them with some baby powder takes care of that until I shave again.
Besides, I kinda like walking down the city streets and occasionally giving myself a little "scratch."
It makes me feel like a jock....
Go Phillies!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)