Itchy, Coarse, Raw

Never shave for a guy you’ve never met 

Because you will never meet him.

You will spend so much time 

planning

Wanting 

Desiring

Idealizing

Letting your thoughts brush against each other before your skin ever does his.

It will all be for nothing.

Because now you can’t masturbate

Without flicking a swollen hair follicle.

You cannot touch yourself without wondering how he’d touch you.

Your pleasure is synced with unrequited desire.

And it hurts, yes.

Worse than the razor burn.

Worse than the budding pubes that catch on worn cotton underwear; stained from girlhood; knotted with cum stains you juiced from the frustration of never being chosen so you chose yourself.

Over and over again.

But if you select a box it cannot be filled.

And if you waste time it cannot be spent.

So never shave.

Never dream.

Just do.

Meet them, get them, have them.

Maybe shave after. If you want to. Or don’t. Your furs are beautiful, comforting, warm. Shaving was a hassle, you didn’t even use cream.

He will never touch you. But so many others will. Softly, how you like, thumbing a rose petal. They will see you like that and the nectar inside you will glow.

You will glow. The way you always do.