Shave Tail

It was 1985 - a couple moons ago - when I saw "Return of the Living Dead" in the theatre. A kind of "punk rock" remake/re-do of the old "Night of the Living Dead" horror franchise.

And what blew my mind, the way it blew all the teenagers' minds at the time, was the sight of
Linnea Quigley's dance on the gravesite as she stripped off. And showed her bald pussy.

I'd never seen a bald pussy before. Not even in porn!  Had anyone? How transgressive, how odd - how fucking sexy.

The common wisdom was that she had to shave in order to get the shot into an R-rated film. For some reason actual pubic hair would have made the shot too explicitly sexual? Like seeing the pussy without hair and therefore more accessible was somehow less of a turn-on?  Fuck, did they even know anything at the ratings board?

Little did we know that shaving was starting to become a thing.  In 1984 there was a tape called Shave Tail that showed in glorious detail women shaving themselves before having sex. With shaving cream on barber chairs; a whole ritual. It was presented as some odd fetish/kink and only later did the tape get a #2, #3, and so on. It had the boyish and lithe Erica Boyer who's eye contact could make my cock stir every time and Cara Lott; a Bruce Seven joint both thrown together haphazardly as was the straight-to-video aesthetic of the day, and precient.

For some reason Shave Tail (the original) is now completely out of print, never made it to DVD and the new versions under the same title are a later, different, less pervy issue.

It was only later that we found out, in some behind-the-scene feature or blog, that Linnea had worn an appliance, that she was not really shaved and it hid the suggestion of a crease between her legs. She wasn't really shaven at the time.

I nevertheless jerked off to this image (and this memory) more than once back in my teen years before the internet ruined everything.

Now goddamn every woman in porn (and seemingly, in real life) has no hair between their legs, a grooming choice I'm not alone in bemoaning.  Even Hugh Hefner doesn't like it and he would know the difference.  Now women with hairy pussies is the fetish.

But the first and powerful illicit idea of a woman going completely smooth, open and clean, still stirs my loins. My own real life and practicality prevents me from pursuing this kink (and seeing if I agree with Mr. Hefner).  The women I've been with all have hair and don't get me wrong, I fucking love it, and my wife tells me shaving is more trouble than it's worth.  Razor burn, lotions that sting, chafing, and you have to keep it up with attention almost every day.

It's all about the image. So I guess I'll keep that illicit desire up here in my head.