New USA Today article about male waxing
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Hi all,
That was a fun article, Stacie. Thanks for the link.
I dunno if I'm the only person here who's had this done but, I have to say, it was, ah, quite an experience. I'd had my legs done a couple of times a few years ago by my then-GF, Paula, and one of her friends (also an employee; they both worked at an Aveda salon yet waxed me at home) but last May one of my colleagues, Carole, gave me the full-body job at her place. With hot wax, if you please! Ouch!
Her then-boyfriend was busy playing the PS2 in the living-room.
We did it over two near-consecutive nights. It took just over six hours, all told. I attribute this to the fact that she was very tentative at first but, when she realized that I seemed to actually be enjoying the whole process, she became much quicker and more forceful; she started stripping away that hair like it was bothersome lint or something. She first had me clip all my body hair to a short length (about a quarter inch) and then she started in on my feet, legs, thighs, buttocks, and, uh, bikini line.
Two nights later, she moved on to my arms, chest, and stomach. On my back, she just plucked a few stray hairs.
Now, I won't hide this: it hurts like hell. It raises red welts on the skin. But the pain susbsides pretty quickly and the redness disappears after a few minutes. The results are very much worth it. I was totally smooth and hairless for almost a month. After three or four weeks, my legs started failing the "stocking test" (a stocking gliding across my leg started snagging on stubble).
When Carole later found out that I hadn't even taken the opportunity to dress, she was a bit miffed. "You mean I did all this for nothing?" she asked, in an incredulous tone. No, it wasn't for nothing. It was fun. Also, it was a bit of a rite of passage for me; I now knew (instead of merely wondered) that I could withstand the pain enough to do this over my entire body. Anyway, she gave me all her waxing stuff so that I could "do" myself. She no longer needs it as she's undergone laser hair removal (on her legs, mostly; her thighs are covered in a very fine, almost invisible down).
Here's a cute highlight: On that first evening, when she was working on my legs, she was so hot--it was hot outside and the setting sun was streaming into her kitchen--that she asked me if it was okay with me if she took off her jeans while she waxed me. Uh, no problem there (we've pretty much all seen each other in the buff anyway--we're close that way, at work ). Now, you have to picture the scene. Here's a guy, laid out on his back on the kitchen floor (on a thin mat) wearing nothing but a black lace thong and red nail polish, a woman in her panties and t-shirt, hovering above him, her butt to the balcony door, spreading hot wax over his shins. That's precisely when her downstairs neighbour chose to walk in on us. From my vantage point, I saw this head poke in the door; first thing he saw was Carole's butt, then he took in the rest of the scene. His eyes widened. The head withdrew. Quickly. When Carole saw the look on my face, she turned around and burst out laughing. Right away, she called to her boyfriend in the living room and asked him to please go chat with the neighbour (who was still on the balcony, red-faced and stammering). Carole couldn't quell her giggle fit. Neither could I. Poor neighbour. He got an eyeful! (Although Carole's boyfriend later told us that the neighbour told him that, "you know, if you guys ever want to do stuff, you know, hang out, have fun or something, just come on down." 
) This will always remain a memorable episode for me (and for Carole, too, I guess). Not exactly a salon waxing but good enough for me.
Paula (she of the Aveda salon) told me a few years ago that more and more men were coming in to get waxed. Their motives are never questioned. Never. It's just assumed that this is an esthetic preference they (or their girlfriends) have. Paula finds it so strange that there's still this huge taboo surrounding even the very thought of men pampering themselves with cosmetics, lotions, and beauty treatments. She thinks it's one of the pleasures of being a woman that shouldn't be denied to men. And it has little to do with vanity and much to do with taking care of your body. I'm not sure waxing fits into this but it's fun anyway.
Again, Stacie, thanks for the link. It's brought back sweet memories.
Love,
CJ
That was a fun article, Stacie. Thanks for the link.
I dunno if I'm the only person here who's had this done but, I have to say, it was, ah, quite an experience. I'd had my legs done a couple of times a few years ago by my then-GF, Paula, and one of her friends (also an employee; they both worked at an Aveda salon yet waxed me at home) but last May one of my colleagues, Carole, gave me the full-body job at her place. With hot wax, if you please! Ouch!
Her then-boyfriend was busy playing the PS2 in the living-room.We did it over two near-consecutive nights. It took just over six hours, all told. I attribute this to the fact that she was very tentative at first but, when she realized that I seemed to actually be enjoying the whole process, she became much quicker and more forceful; she started stripping away that hair like it was bothersome lint or something. She first had me clip all my body hair to a short length (about a quarter inch) and then she started in on my feet, legs, thighs, buttocks, and, uh, bikini line.
Two nights later, she moved on to my arms, chest, and stomach. On my back, she just plucked a few stray hairs.Now, I won't hide this: it hurts like hell. It raises red welts on the skin. But the pain susbsides pretty quickly and the redness disappears after a few minutes. The results are very much worth it. I was totally smooth and hairless for almost a month. After three or four weeks, my legs started failing the "stocking test" (a stocking gliding across my leg started snagging on stubble).
When Carole later found out that I hadn't even taken the opportunity to dress, she was a bit miffed. "You mean I did all this for nothing?" she asked, in an incredulous tone. No, it wasn't for nothing. It was fun. Also, it was a bit of a rite of passage for me; I now knew (instead of merely wondered) that I could withstand the pain enough to do this over my entire body. Anyway, she gave me all her waxing stuff so that I could "do" myself. She no longer needs it as she's undergone laser hair removal (on her legs, mostly; her thighs are covered in a very fine, almost invisible down).
Here's a cute highlight: On that first evening, when she was working on my legs, she was so hot--it was hot outside and the setting sun was streaming into her kitchen--that she asked me if it was okay with me if she took off her jeans while she waxed me. Uh, no problem there (we've pretty much all seen each other in the buff anyway--we're close that way, at work
). Now, you have to picture the scene. Here's a guy, laid out on his back on the kitchen floor (on a thin mat) wearing nothing but a black lace thong and red nail polish, a woman in her panties and t-shirt, hovering above him, her butt to the balcony door, spreading hot wax over his shins. That's precisely when her downstairs neighbour chose to walk in on us. From my vantage point, I saw this head poke in the door; first thing he saw was Carole's butt, then he took in the rest of the scene. His eyes widened. The head withdrew. Quickly. When Carole saw the look on my face, she turned around and burst out laughing. Right away, she called to her boyfriend in the living room and asked him to please go chat with the neighbour (who was still on the balcony, red-faced and stammering). Carole couldn't quell her giggle fit. Neither could I. Poor neighbour. He got an eyeful! (Although Carole's boyfriend later told us that the neighbour told him that, "you know, if you guys ever want to do stuff, you know, hang out, have fun or something, just come on down." ) This will always remain a memorable episode for me (and for Carole, too, I guess). Not exactly a salon waxing but good enough for me.Paula (she of the Aveda salon) told me a few years ago that more and more men were coming in to get waxed. Their motives are never questioned. Never. It's just assumed that this is an esthetic preference they (or their girlfriends) have. Paula finds it so strange that there's still this huge taboo surrounding even the very thought of men pampering themselves with cosmetics, lotions, and beauty treatments. She thinks it's one of the pleasures of being a woman that shouldn't be denied to men. And it has little to do with vanity and much to do with taking care of your body. I'm not sure waxing fits into this but it's fun anyway.
Again, Stacie, thanks for the link. It's brought back sweet memories.
Love,
CJ
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As much as I love dressing, I feel like a hypocrite when I say that when I'm in full on guy mode, I want to feel like a guy, and being hairy is part of the deal. Hell it kills me to shave my goatee sometimes. I never could buy into the whole metro trend, I guess I'm too old school or something. I"m not saying you shouldn't wax yourself, if you want to do it, do it. I believe some men are meant to be wooly. Yeah I've shaved my own legs many times. But then again the article posted isn't talking about guys like us, just guys in general, and that's where I'm trying to come from.
Irony can be pretty ironic sometimes