If she claimed that my pubic hair had “cut” her, turning her off to me…then it was doing its job, exactly the way rose thorn protects its beautiful delicate flower.
This is an excerpt from Chapter 5 of my memoir, Loving Her Reflection. The title of this chapter is called, “Body Shame”. You can read a full introduction and find more excerpts here.
We greeted each other in the morning light. I, still naked, settled down into bed next to her for a chat as we talked about the night before.
Somehow, the topic of my stopping the show was brought up, and I mentioned to her that we should properly talk about it, sometime. It would be a heavy conversation…probably not the best thing to discuss in waking hours.
I wanted to open up about what I had been feeling, share a bit of my history, and clarify that certain sexual activities require a lot more trust and safety for me to feel comfortable.
She seemed to take my actions personally, and alluded to the idea that I was rejecting her. For what reason, I didn’t know yet—but I would later find out.
Suddenly, she came out with what seemed like a random proposition:
“Hey, I have an idea. Let’s take off our clothes and show each other our pussies and talk about them.”
Being super comfortable with my body, and not yet completely turned off to her, I said OK.
I didn’t even view it as a form of foreplay. I saw it as an intimacy-building exercise, and another way for us to open up and get to know each other. She’s already touched me down there in the dark. Why not show her what I look like in broad daylight?
Already naked, I sat up in bed and spread my legs wide open for her to see.