Come hug me.

It's late, it's raining, and I'm tired and lonely...but I don't want to go to bed by myself. Strange how a few days and nights spent pressed up against someone who is unexpectedly marvelous can spoil one's enjoyment of solitude.

How Shaving My Legs Changed My Life

Hello, blog world. I am full of tiresome excuses for why I don't blog more often, but instead of trotting them out, I shall tell you about my legs.

Many moons ago (ok, a year ago), my ex-girlfriend--who was my girlfriend at the time--was quite a nazi about my body. Not only did she make it clear that she found my size to be repulsive, she also insisted that I remove all my body hair or else she wouldn't touch me. Now, I'm normally all for grooming, but being with her and the subsequent break-up were so distasteful that I didn't like anything that reminded me of her...which led to my recent experiment with the au naturel look.

I stopped shaving my legs (and everything else except my armpits) a couple months ago. No, really, I did, and it was a great experience. The freedom from shaving was really liberating in a lot of ways. First of all, it was a mental "F U" to my ex. =) Secondly, it was nice to press the reset button in my head. Society puts a lot of pressure on women to look a certain way and to always be perfectly groomed in a way that is acceptable in the heteronormative paradigm; so, not shaving for a long time allowed me to flout a common standard of Western femininity and develop my own choice based on my own preference.

Everything was gravy until about a week ago. Up until that point, I was actually enjoying my (rather prolific) leg hair. It's soft and nice and interesting, since most women don't have it and I am not normally up close and personal with male legs. LOL But a few days ago my leg hair started to bother me for no good reason. I just got tired of it and tonight I shaved it all off. Here are some pictures:

The hair.

Comparing before and after.

The finished product.

And that is how I ended up not becoming a crunchy-granola feminist. I'm still a feminist! Just not a hairy one.

Happy New Year, 2011

Goodbye 2010, you cruel, cruel year. I'm not sad to see you go. You have carried so much pain and disappointment, so many changes, so much upheaval. Probably most of it has been for the best, but it's sometimes difficult to see it that way when I'm still in the middle of it. I'm sorry to those that I've hurt this year. I hope that this new year is different. Maybe my life will stabilize. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful, so thankful, for my new job and my new opportunites that are before me, but my greatest wish for 2011 is stability. And maybe a little happiness too.

Billy the Exterminator

So, I'd seen little previews for this show on A&E, but I hadn't watched it at all until today. I was bored at home and randomly selected it from the On Demand menu...wow...I just have one thing to say about it:

Billy the Exterminator is black-clothed, studded leather, black cowboy hat-wearing, bad-ass mullet hillbilly porn. Oh. Em. Gee. The extermination animal stuff is interesting, but I'm all about the chains. **swoon**

The Ice Queen

I find the way Angelina Jolie has aged to be very interesting. When she was very young, newly discovered, she looked like any other teenager. Of course she was almost unbearably pretty, but she looked fresh and playful on top of the smoldering sensuality that has always been her trademark physical characteristic.

Age 16

Halloween Music

Hello, all! I've been working a ton, and when I'm not working I want to sit and vegetate on the couch. All very well and good, but unfortunately I don't have much to blog about. But~~

HALLOWEEN IS COMING! Yay!! I can hardly wait...I've already requested it off from work. ^_^ And today I made a silly little mix on Youtube of songs that I think fit the Halloween vibe. They are either creepy-sounding, explicitly Halloween-themed, or both. And a couple other songs I threw in, just because I can. Hope you enjoy!

I love Michelle Rodriguez too!

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