I became sexually active in that window where women commonly kept their pubic hair unless they were kinky or specifically into the bare feels¹, and porn was rife with shaved offerings and French-style runways.
¹ Every woman I was around for too long would reveal that yeah, she struggle with the maintenance process, whether in-grown hairs or surprise scratchiness or whatever. Full bush is a lot easier to maintain.
So my brain associated real relationship sex with pubic hair. It was one of those signals that indicated we’re not just honeymooning or doing a one-night stand but trying to do something real.
It wasn’t always true, to my disappointment, but brains work in funny ways.




This raises a big question of what the heck comprises city dust. Is there a microplastic element to concrete or asphalt? Is it just more tire deterioration? City dust is a conspicuously vague category.