Back to normal blogging

After that lengthy memoir, which I'm sure none of you read, I'm quite pleased to return to my old method of blogging. But with a new feature- The Image Macro of the Day!
I'm not writing this blog for anyone's pleasure but mine. Here, I can rant, share memoirs and hone my writing skills. If someone comes across it and enjoys my work, that's fine, it will give me some small joy in my life.
So many people write solely for page views and drama. But I write for the joy of it. My mind is filled with many tumbling and rumbling thoughts, dancing in my skull. Yet my memory is like sieve. Often I will lose these great thoughts, in that great river made of lost memories and ideas. I must harness these thoughts by blogging them, a reservoir of sorts.
I want to become a better writer. I want my ideas to come across clearly. I want to write stories that make people think, that make people feel. I want to write things that are beautiful and disturbing, I want people to question their world after reading my books. I am greatly inspired by Stephen King.
I have other life goals. One of which is to visit every single known cemetery in the state of Vermont. So far, I've been to five of the cemeteries in Bellow's Falls, one in Burlington, one in Bristol, one in Swanton, one in Windsor, one in Lyndonville and one in Bennington. I just noticed three out of six of these towns begin with the letter B. The ones in Bristol and Burlington, I visited as a child. The rest I have visited in my teens, with the exception of Bennington. I visited that one the day before my birthday, thus making it the first cemetery I visited on the cusp of my twenties.
That's right, I suppose I'm in my early twenties now. I turned 20 last Tuesday. Most people my age look to this as a time of great change. Not so, with I. I felt the last of my childhood slip from my fingers, on April the 14th. The days of innocence and freedom from logic are forever locked in the archives of memory, only taken out to be mused upon, never to be relived. I am no longer a child, not even close, I am a woman now. A woman, what do you suppose that means? What does in mean to be a woman? Women are the bearers of life, but not all women bear children, women are the owners of wisdom, but not all women are wise. To be a woman is a complicated quilt. We dance the complex dance between weakness and strength, domination and submission. To some we are considered helpless, to others we are considered tyrants.
Women cannot be categorized. Everyone has tried to put women into neat little categories, but like cats, we cannot stay in one place for too long.
You may notice that I leap from subject to subject, like crossing a river by jumping rock to rock. Free writing is a favored method of mine.

Macro of the Day:

Pubic Hair- What's "growing" on down there?

Yes, this entire blog is about pubic hair, disgusting to some and erotic to others.
Scientists believe that pubic hair grows to protect the genitals from bacteria and to trap pheromones needed to attract a mate. It shows up in early puberty, for some a horrifying experience and for others, an exciting prospect of impending adulthood.
In some cultures, pubic hair is seen as highly sexual. In fact, in some cultures, a large full bush is considered highly erotic, symbolizing fertility and sexual maturity. While in other cultures, pubic hair is seen as filthy and undesirable.
For centuries women and men have trimmed and decorated their nether locks. Japanese prostitutes were said to trim their muff according to their sexual experience. 16th century women were said to decorate theirs with bows, a practice which personally I have trouble believing.
Most nudes in art appeared free of fuzz, possibly for the sake of decency (my personal guess). 19th century art critic John Ruskin, was so accustomed to these bald vulvas, that when he married his wife Effie Gray and discovered she had pubic hair, he was traumatized. He had no idea women had pubic hair. He was so shocked that he refused to have sex with her. The marriage was annulled.
Today, most men and women tend to trim their pubic hair into different designs and shapes, some going so far as to dye it in exotic colors. Then, there are the people who prefer to go completely bare. Shave it all off.
In high school, it seemed all the girls I knew were shaving down there. It's as if as soon as we get our pubic hair, society hands us a razor. I'm sure the trend is starting younger and younger. I never shaved and I still don't. I tried trimming the bikini line, and was so traumatized by razor burn, I never did it again. Let all the girls in the locker room snicker at the errant hairs that stick out from today's diminutive knickers. What were they doing looking at my crotch anyway? Don't they have their own to look at?
I remember being told in middle school by a girl in the grade above me, that if I didn't shave my pubic hair, that no man would want me. That men won't have sex with a hairy girl. Well, that may have been the men that she dated. But even so, for a long time I thought I would sexually undesirable. The state of my "bikini area" was one of many reasons I didn't get intimate with men. Until I met my current boyfriend. He didn't care whether or not it was shaved. It wasn't important to him. I'm glad he's the first man I got very physically intimate with, because of his love and positive support for my body the way it is made, rather than what it could or should be. A lot of men, actually prefer the hair. A lot of men don't care either way (like my boyfriend). As I've said, there are men who have a fetish for pubic hair. Women too, I imagine.
To be honest, a shaved pussy can be kind of creepy. It hearkens back to the pre-pube days of childhood. To me, any man who prefers a shorn twat, is harboring a taste for pedophilia.
Personally, I am not going to succumb to this trend of baring it all. It's like not I'm a stripper or a porn star, who's meal ticket depends on the appearance of her cooch. I'll trim things and make them look neat, whenever my boyfriend comes up from New Jersey to visit, but otherwise, I'd rather leave things the way nature intended.
Anyway, a woman who puts all that emphasis on how good her vulva looks, probably doesn't have much else to go on.