Shaving as a political act

Good morning all.

Hope the weather is beautiful,

wherever you are.

It has been a cool week,

here in my beautiful ugly.

Warm enough,

for shorts,

or capris.

For years,

I wouldn’t shave my legs,

my arm pits,

I am not very hairy,

and butches didn’t shave,

and since I never wore,

anything but,

jeans and pants,

it was hardly necessary.

Then a few years back,

I started wearing shorts.

I started shaving my legs,

regularly,

not just when I would wear,

a bathing suit,

twice every five years.

Most of the hair,

on my legs has worn off,

and the hair in my armpits,

stopped growing after,

surgery years ago.

Why am I telling you all this?

Two weeks ago,

I bought a safety razor,

some good shaving cream,

and blades.

It would seem that,

disposable razors,

are a major contributor,

to landfill plastic,

the razor blades,

from my safety razor,

I bring to,

the local barbershop,

and they recycle them.

Less plastic.

I was a little intimidated,

by using a safety razor,

scared I would cut myself,

that it would be harder,

to use.

It really isn’t,

the sharp blade,

does the work for you,

like all good tools

very little pressure,

is required.

It is a satisfying experience.

Funny,

when I was coming of age,

not shaving,

was a political statement,

and now, shaving and what you use,

has become a political,

albeit environmental,

statement.

I like having smooth legs,

it neither makes me girlie,

not that there is damn thing wrong with being girlie

nor impacts my butcheness,

I just like my legs,

smooth and soft.

Have a great one,

you all,

thanks for indulging me,

by reading my silly ramblings.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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