If you recall, 7 or 8 weeks ago the Texan asked if I would be willing to depart from my regular grooming habit of shaving my pussy bare and grow a landing strip. I said yes, partly out of a desire to please, and partly out of a sense of curiosity.

It’s been a while since there was hair down there. I decided to just let it go untamed for a while and then trim back. This seemed to make sense from a landscaping point of view, but also I wondered what it would be like to be natural. Would it grow in thick? What color would it be?

Color was the first surprise. I truly did not remember what color my pubic hair was. Back in the day when I had hair there, I didn’t spend a lot of time looking at it. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it grows in blonde. I am naturally blonde underneath the red from the salon, but still, not all blondes are blonde everywhere. Evidently I am.

It never really came in as thick as I would have liked. Or as thick as I remember it. It grows the thickest right around my labia. The part that was definitely getting shaved off for the landing strip. But there was definitely hair there. Just more space between and not like a compact little bush, if that makes sense.

So for a while it made me crazy. Not because it itched or anything like that. It’s just that I was so used to being bare that it felt weird. And then I grew accustomed to not dealing with it. That was nice. And cut down shower time. Plus it got to the point where it was long and soft and fun to play with. Something I did fairly often.

Once or twice I almost accepted invitations to go out but reconsidered. I wasn’t ready to trim it down. I felt like I’d have to launch into some explanation if someone saw it. Which is ludicrous, because it’s my body and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with it. But. This wasn’t exactly what I would normally choose to do with it so, anyway, it just seemed like more of a pain in the ass than I wanted to deal with.

Then it got to the point where I was just done. I obsessed for a solid week about landing strip shape. Rectangle? Round? Triangle? Arrow? I asked the Texan. I tweeted about it. And then one night I just did it. I had to put a fresh battery in my trimmer. But in the space of about 10 minutes I took 7 weeks worth of growth and gave myself a landing strip.

For the first time ever in my life.

Ever.

To be fair, because of the growth patterns, it looks more like a little tuft, but, it fits the bill I think. Now I just have to maintain it till the Texan and I get together next. We may shave it off together. We may just leave it. That is yet to be decided.

But here’s the weird part. The part I never ever thought I would say.

Sort of missing the full on, untrimmed, natural look.

I mean, I’m not, because it felt a little like no matter how clean I was, I could still detect a certain scent at the end of the day. There’s a reason dirty hippies smell that way. I don’t think I could have left the natural without some strategic clean up.

But. Overall. I think I liked it. I certainly liked seeing the blonde. Which is still there if you look at my little tuft. But it’s not as impressive as the full on bush. I’d chalk it up to a laziness factor, after all for me part of the allure in being shaved is that it’s easy to do, but that’s not it. Because I miss being able to run my fingers through it. I miss how soft the hair was.

This is not a result I was expecting from this little project. Not. At. All.