Dress-ing while hairy
May. 21st, 2011 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eumeliaAs some of you know, I've been going through a phase of girlish femininity, what with wearing a dress every so often.
This phase has been juxtaposed by deciding to actively not removing any body hair.
So the hair on legs is at a considerable length and my underarm hair is also at maximum - I never knew the hair there was fluffy and soft! Though, anyone who has dated a guy or a girl who didn't shave/wax the hair there knwos this, it's a very different sensation when you're touching your own hair.
So, I look awesome in dresses, but I don't sculpt my body to suit the dresses, which can be construed as a contradiction when it comes to doing a feminine thing.
I went to a birthday party last night and wore a dress (the only dress I currently own, though going by the reactions last night I need to be wearing more dresses and more often) and wore footless stockings (which are basically tights the same material as stockings, but more comfy) with sandals - it is getting very hot indeed. By the time we got to my friends' house I was sweltering and I was the only girl wearing stockings - all the other girls who were wearing a dress or a skirt were going without.
My anxiety levels were beginning to rise. It's one thing to step outside in shorts and walk around the neighbourhood with your hairy legs showing, it's quite another to walk around in a highly socialised and gendered environment with hairy legs while wearing a pretty dress - especially when I'm not used to sitting in a dress (which involved a lot of crossing and uncrossing!).
So, here I am, temperature rising, my choice was keep in line with what is appropriate while wearing a dress or go "fuck it" and actually enjoy my time at this party.
I took off the stockings.
The sense of freedom was out of this world. This is the first time people outside my little social circle were witnesses to my hair. I knew that most of my friends wouldn't and couldn't care less about the fact that I'm hairy and even if they did, they had enough tact not to comment (in more one-on-one conversations and friends seeing the hair have commented and said maybe it's time to shave/wax, but the subject was dropped when I simply said no I didn't need to shave). This being a birthday party of geeks, nerds and our affiliates, social convention is not a strong suit when we bunch together - so I did obsess a tad, in my mind, being all "Oh, god, my hair is there! And curling! Every other girl here is smooth! OMG, I'm a freak among freaks!".
But my friends continued to flirt with me as I did with them, sexual innuendo was had without pause and compliments were made on how amazing the dress looked and how amazing I looked in it - as well, as good ole' bodily objectification from close friends from whom I appreciate it and they know it makes me feel pretty when it comes from them.
So, yeah, I was dress-ing while hairy and I felt good! Really good! I felt fucking hawt. Mainly, because I was. Alas, no pictures were taken last night.
Later on the drive home, I was talking to one of my closest friends in my little bunch and asked her about showing the hair. She said she had wondered about where my stockings went and confided that my legs drew her attention, but couldn't say anything about anyone else. She also mentioned that my legs kept catching her eyes and she felt uncomfortable for noticing.
We discussed that for a bit, the whole comfort/discomfort thing, because fuck did I feel exposed during the evening, but that feeling wore off as time went by and it isn't my intention to make others feel uncomfortable.
She said the discomfort was all her own, but she was really surprised by how much of a noticeable thing it is, being hairy in a dress, in public.
Yes, it very much is.
This phase has been juxtaposed by deciding to actively not removing any body hair.
So the hair on legs is at a considerable length and my underarm hair is also at maximum - I never knew the hair there was fluffy and soft! Though, anyone who has dated a guy or a girl who didn't shave/wax the hair there knwos this, it's a very different sensation when you're touching your own hair.
So, I look awesome in dresses, but I don't sculpt my body to suit the dresses, which can be construed as a contradiction when it comes to doing a feminine thing.
I went to a birthday party last night and wore a dress (the only dress I currently own, though going by the reactions last night I need to be wearing more dresses and more often) and wore footless stockings (which are basically tights the same material as stockings, but more comfy) with sandals - it is getting very hot indeed. By the time we got to my friends' house I was sweltering and I was the only girl wearing stockings - all the other girls who were wearing a dress or a skirt were going without.
My anxiety levels were beginning to rise. It's one thing to step outside in shorts and walk around the neighbourhood with your hairy legs showing, it's quite another to walk around in a highly socialised and gendered environment with hairy legs while wearing a pretty dress - especially when I'm not used to sitting in a dress (which involved a lot of crossing and uncrossing!).
So, here I am, temperature rising, my choice was keep in line with what is appropriate while wearing a dress or go "fuck it" and actually enjoy my time at this party.
I took off the stockings.
The sense of freedom was out of this world. This is the first time people outside my little social circle were witnesses to my hair. I knew that most of my friends wouldn't and couldn't care less about the fact that I'm hairy and even if they did, they had enough tact not to comment (in more one-on-one conversations and friends seeing the hair have commented and said maybe it's time to shave/wax, but the subject was dropped when I simply said no I didn't need to shave). This being a birthday party of geeks, nerds and our affiliates, social convention is not a strong suit when we bunch together - so I did obsess a tad, in my mind, being all "Oh, god, my hair is there! And curling! Every other girl here is smooth! OMG, I'm a freak among freaks!".
But my friends continued to flirt with me as I did with them, sexual innuendo was had without pause and compliments were made on how amazing the dress looked and how amazing I looked in it - as well, as good ole' bodily objectification from close friends from whom I appreciate it and they know it makes me feel pretty when it comes from them.
So, yeah, I was dress-ing while hairy and I felt good! Really good! I felt fucking hawt. Mainly, because I was. Alas, no pictures were taken last night.
Later on the drive home, I was talking to one of my closest friends in my little bunch and asked her about showing the hair. She said she had wondered about where my stockings went and confided that my legs drew her attention, but couldn't say anything about anyone else. She also mentioned that my legs kept catching her eyes and she felt uncomfortable for noticing.
We discussed that for a bit, the whole comfort/discomfort thing, because fuck did I feel exposed during the evening, but that feeling wore off as time went by and it isn't my intention to make others feel uncomfortable.
She said the discomfort was all her own, but she was really surprised by how much of a noticeable thing it is, being hairy in a dress, in public.
Yes, it very much is.
