Friday, October 5, 2007

Redneck People Love Tattoo: Or, The Cultural Politics Of Poonanah Waxing.

I'd been meaning to get waxed for a bit now, but I've been broke. I finally got paid last night, and I thought I'd treat myself to a smooth and shiny hiney.

I have mixed feelings about this whole waxing business. I love my smooth and silky kitty after it's done, but I sometimes wonder why am I taking the time to make my puss look like it belongs to a seven year old? And while I love the special attention my man gives me after the waxing, I kind of loathe him for liking it so much.

Now the feelings get even more complex when I factor in the process of getting this baby smooth porn-star crotch. I'm broke, so I go to the waxing place for broke people, the friendly neighborhood Korean nail and wax salon. I then drop my drawers and spread my wizard sleeves for a woman who strips the hair off pussy for a living...a woman who probably is stripping the hair off of my pussy for more than just a living--she's doing it for a better life, for a chance for her kids to go to a fancy school and make her proud--so I get a little crazy. I'm glad she's got this opportunity, and I'm glad I can pay her for this service and contribute my little bit of bald eagle money to the cause...but in the end, I just feel like I'm exploiting her.

And that's just the first layer. Next, there's the fact that I'm lying there, puss all out, with another woman all up in my business. For those of you unfamiliar with the Brazilian waxing process, it involves quite a lot of contact between the fingers of the waxer and the poontang of the waxed. It involves pushing lips aside, separation of ass cheeks, clit tweaking...all types of shit that would make the most unabashed cock-slobbing road whore blush.

So there's all that percolating in my mind.

And this time, I get this kind of spunky waxer. Her English is good, but not perfect, and she wants to bust my proverbial balls.

"Why you got tattoo so evil? Redneck people love tattoo. You not look like redneck people. Why you get tattoo? Redneck people get tattoo on back, on shoulder. You no get tattoo so evil."

All this prattling on and on about my meager little tattoo on my shoulder, all while my beaver cleaver is nudely athrob in a room with a stranger who is dumping hot wax all over the place and then RIPPING IT OFF.

And what does she know about redneck people? Or tattoos?

It was strange because I think I might have liked her had she not been looking at my pussy and had she had a better grasp of my native language. It's difficult to bust balls in a second language, and I respect the effort...especially when you're faced with stranger-vag and you're trying to get a tip, it takes guts to toss out the "redneck" word. But I really, personally, could have taken my waxing without the side order of insult.

But that's just me.

5 comments:

msb said...

snatch waxing was the high light of my career. I'm certain I adored every tattoo I was privy to. What a rude ripper you found. I always say love my tattoo, Love my tip.

Pussy Galore said...

What a beautiful Saturday morning read. That was halarious.

I totaly get the the 'why you like my under age beav?' thing. If it wasn't for how fucking good cunninglis is with with out the pelt- I would tire of the waxing the little man in the canoe's canoe

I guess there's no canoe like a bald canoe

but, man, my meat curtains are taking a beating.... I had to show them the razor (ack!) 'cause I couldn't afford to contribute. sigh

Damsel in Distress said...

Wow. I think you've touched on about a billion important and complicated issues here. I got my first wax this past summer, and I went all the way. Honestly, I wasn't sure which I was most grateful for afterwards: the awesome tongue bath my man gave me or the fact that he admitted afterwards that the whole prepubescent girl aspect of it creeped him out. (I thought, "Good answer; you're a keeper!") My beaver is only just now back to its original glory, 4 mos later.

And! As if the asshole-tweezing exploitation question weren't, well, PAINFUL enough -- "redneck," eh? Some SERIOUSLY complicated identity politics in all this pussy-plucking, I must say...

Magdaline said...

I used to do my own BZ's until this current BF came sniffing around. He's a hair guy. Darn.

joy said...

I have to take the razor to my beav...one day, when I grow up and have a husband who works, I'll wax again.