The Transporter Couch

Someone seriously recommended that I wax my arms.

My arms are hairy, but they’re not atrocious! I was very very offended.

Here’s a picture….. it’s old, but you can get the idea:
http://www.ktc.com/personal/brwrakk/desk.jpg

I’m a hairy guy, I guess. But I’m not sweaty and gross. No offense to sweaty, gross hairy guys. Some people love playing with the hair on my arms, and on my legs. And frankly, I like it when people touch me because of the hair allure. When I lived in Japan, where children in particular but grown folks as well tend to NOT have hairy bodies, I would catch people checking it out. Adults would be reserved but I can think of a couple of housewives who ached, ACHED to touch the hair on my arm. Children were less conservative and would readily touch my, I learned it was called, “fur.” And no this isn’t a Michael Jackson moment. It was just cool to observe their utter fascination with something so different.

My face is hairy, too. If I don’t shave for two days, I look like SHIT. I mean I look like I just got out of jail! But this is good. I can change my style in a heartbeat. And what’s even better is that I have GREAT hair! On my head. Completely clothed and clean shaven, the third thing people notice (after they notice my eyes and my gentle demeanor) is my hair. And I can work it. And I do. My hair, wherever you might find it, is the manliest and most beautiful thing about me (aside from my eyes and my gentle demeanor). That someone would suggest I WAX my arms …. was so completely antithetical to my personal aesthetic. Well, it was sufficiently so that I am here talking about it.