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Copyright 2004 by N. Julius
The Waxing of the Moon
A lot of people will tell you a lot of things about Brazilian waxing. They will tell you that it hurts like hell and itches like crazy, that you'll find sex more stimulating, and that, perhaps as a result, you'll never walk normally again. The trouble with these pundits and their declarations is that many of them have never had a Brazilian before. So in order to give you the true low down on, well, the low down, I took a trip to my local day spa.

For those not familiar with the procedure, a Brazilian involves removing all of the hair from your bikini region. Front and back. In and out. All the hair. And trust me on this one; you have a lot more hair down there than you think you do.

My waxist was a young, slightly-built Russian woman wearing a white lab coat. She showed me into a small room that looked suspiciously like an examination room, although it boasted softer lighting and a stand-up shower. I was given a pair of disposable paper panties, ostensibly to shield a modesty that is fundamentally at odds with the concept of genital waxing. After I had changed, the waxist explained to me in a very courteous and professional matter exactly what to expect from the procedure. “It is very painful because the hair in this area grows many different ways, yes, and so you must hit the same spot many, many times.” She paused and raised her eyebrows slightly. “So?”
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