I have to admit, my relationship to my own pubic region has evolved throughout my life.

In my adolescence this fluffy region quickly became a thorn in my side when I realized that I had developed "the pouf". Every time I would don a bathing suit, "the pouf" was right there with me…poking out in all directions…threatening to make itself known. There is nothing quite as embarassing as being a young, awkward teen at the beach and feeling like you've got a pet in your drawers.

However, I secretly loved this fur and did not even think about giving it up. I felt it was this exotic almost primitive part of my body…it reminded me that I was an animal…and that was sexy to me.

My refusal to part with my bush carried on throughout my teenage years. As a neo/pseudo hippy - my hairiness became part of my "raison d'etre". Even though I continued to occasionally shave my legs and underarms - I held onto my pubes with a political fervour.

In the back of my mind I occasionally wondered: "Wouldn't it make it easier for someone to…let's say…navigate around there if the area was…ahem…clear cutted?" But again, there was something about pubic hair removal that fundamentally bothered me…so I sat and watched the fumblings of boys who were lost in the woods…

And then one day…I snapped…and I snipped. I just kept going and going and going until suddenly… I had a self contained (and tamed) little triangle. I looked at my creation in the mirror with strange fascination…it was so…porno!

Right then I decided I would let it grow back. I didn't want to look like some dumb guy's pre-pubescent fantasy…I didn't want to maintain shaving one more part of my body…enough is enough…natural bodies are better!!!!

As I walked over to the garbage to throw out my newly aquired shaving utensils…a shiver ran through my body. Hmm…what was that? Could it be??? I took a few more steps.

*swoon*

I have to admit…I'll never go back to the pouf….

Cynthia Loyst
Segment Producer, SEXTV