I am fairly acomoclitic: I prefer no pubic hair – on me or my partner.
To achieve this, I shave myself every day in the shower, and also shave my wife regularly; it’s a nice activity to do together!
While I think glabrous genitals look nicer, and are tidier, there is a practical element too: cunnilingus is somewhat hampered when play has to pause because a hair is caught between the gentleman’s teeth!
The deforestation of the nation’s mons pubis has even been celebrated in the Vagina Monologues, but pubic hair removal’s popularity is attracting criticism. It has been claimed that hairless humans have a greater risk of STD (due to the “micro-trauma” of shaving) and it is strengthening a patriarchy machine. Personally, I celebrate that pubic lice are hurtling towards becoming an endangered species due to their loss of habitat.
Ignoring the science and politics, I adore the feel of no pubic hair: the smoothness on the skin that has no resistance to my wandering hands is delightful, and intercourse with more skin-to-skin contact feels so much intimate. Even cleaning up after the act is easier!
I guess I have always been that way since I first saw a naked woman with no pubic hair. I can remember the image clearly: she was long-haired, smiling, and kneeling by the side of a private pool. She was perfection.
Since then, I have grown to dislike body hair on my entire body; it feels better being a smoothie, and I think it looks better, so while acomoclitic may be a poncy word, it describes my views on genital hair quite well.