Continuing my experiments in femininity and gender presentation.
I’ve been growing my leg hair, I don’t know what for. I also obtained a pair of high heeled shoes the other day. I’m about to shave all the hair off and start the cycle again, so I decided to snap a picture first:
[Edit: picture now removed because of all the creepy men coming here to fap over it.]
I realised a while back that I don’t have the feeling of horror (anymore?) that a lot of women seem to have in going out in public unshaven. I truly don’t care what anyone else thinks of what I do with my body hair. Well, mostly: last Friday was one of those times when I wore it with deliberate performance. I strolled about in lipstick, a big floppy pink hat and a short floral dress with my high heels and hairy legs. Hopefully I made some people think about the rigidity of expected gender performance.
My studying life’s going at a punishing pace right now, so I don’t have a lot of time to just be with myself. Getting dressed is one of those things I just have to do in any case, so I’m having fun playing around with that and amusing myself. Next week I’m going to be rocking bright yellow and blue nails and clothes – with shaven legs and flat shoes.
“I realised a while back that I don’t have the feeling of horror (anymore?) that a lot of women seem to have in going out in public unshaven.”
I had that horror both for myself and for others who did so. It took a long time for me to confront that & tell myself off for being so silly. I went through a hairy phase and was comfortable with it. Now I’ve come to point where I think of body hair the same as head hair. Everyone likes to wear it in different styles & sometimes they change their mind about said styles. I currently prefer my legs & underarms shaven but at least now it’s not because I feel it’s *necessary* it’s just how I feel comfortable. I could change my mind at any moment and that’s ok. Hair is hair is hair.
A person I used to work with once told me excitedly that he had just seen two lesbians in the lift. ‘How did you know they were lesbians?’ “They had hairy legs and underarms’.
I told him that by that reasoning I was bi-sexual since I had hairy legs and shaven underarms. He was silenced, but I think unconvinced.
I find my relationship with my leg hair complicated and confusing. I hate the hassle of shaving/waxing etc. but I find after a month or so, I find the hair gets a bit much (and I start worrying just how long it will grow) so I begrudgingly get rid of it and thus restarts the cycle.
I go through cycles as well. I don’t think I’ve shaved my legs for about eight months now, but am starting to think that I may set aside some time to do it soon, because I am starting to get distracted in lectures by playing with it. That will be the only reason.
But then again, I am told that I have leg hair privilege because it is quite blonde whereas other people have much darker hair. I will not deny it.
Elephant’s Child, what a horrible/hilarious encounter! I shall join you in the bisexual ranks, then.
I have definitely felt, and gotten over, that horror of appearing in public with hairy legs. I’m still not quite at the high heel stage, though – I’d love to get there, instead of feeling that there’s something “not quite right” about heels without shaven legs.
Good on you! I’m not quite confident enough to strut out with hairy legs but I wish I was! Vive la revolution!