From Viggo to Venison (musings on man-flesh)
lupinesque
aiz24 at hotmail.com
Fri Jan 4 18:47:26 UTC 2002
Tabouli sang (I'm looking in vain for a verb form for 'paean'):
> Hair! O most glorious and godlike of substances! I love hair, I'm
a veritable hair fetishist. I was pained when that terrible fashion
for men using number one clippers on their heads came in (ick!). Head
stubble just does not do it for me. I also strongly disapprove of
this awful chest waxing thing Hollywood seems to have inflicted on us
lately (OK, so there are limits... I'm with Hollywood on the hairy
back issue, and the gorilla-like Italian man I once dabbled with was
over the top)... if one is going to be heterosexual, surely sexual
dimorphism such as (tasteful quantities of) chest hair should be
encouraged!<
Now now, be nice. All of us except the few certifiable sex
god[desse]s on the list have one or more physical attributes that
someone could label distasteful. Actually, make that all of us, bar
none, since there are bound to be people who feel strongly on both
sides of any physical question (e.g. I find shaven legs odd and shaven
armpits positively creepy--a minority view, I recognize, at least
in the US--but in any case it wouldn't be very nice of me to point and
say "yuck").
I've never dated a man with a hairy back, but I don't understand the
revulsion this attribute awakens. It seems very snuggly to me. I
just saw a movie featuring the hirsute Elliott Gould, and Bibi
Andersson seemed to like it just fine <g>.
Amy
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