Okay, let's get one thing clear before this goes any further: without pubes, oral sex is essentially impossible; you are, at best, tonguing disembodied genitals. "Pubes" are not hair. "Pubes" are
what the hair grows on. The equivalent would be referring to the things atop your head as "scalps".
That said, it's hair. Just hair. The main difference between it and the stuff on your head (maximum length aside) is that it attracts a different kind of lice. You folks seem pretty moderate about it; I've seen pubic hair as a topic raise passions that put even "which way does the toilet paper hang" in the shade.
FireAza said:
WinterWyvern said:
I associate lack of hair with lack of puberty. A man without some body hair will look too juvenile, immature to me. Same goes for a woman without any pubic hair.
Pubic hairs are a sign of sexual maturity; a man with hair is... well, manly.
Seriously? Things like broader shoulders (for men) and wider hips (for women) aren't good enough indicators? Slightly off-topic, but I've always found the argument that "people who like shaved are secretly pedophiles!" incredibly silly, since there's far more changes that happens to a person's body after they go through puberty than simply growing some extra hair. Shaving this hair off makes someone look like a child about as much as putting on a top hat makes you look exactly like an Victorian English gentleman.
Exactly? No, of course not. It certainly is suggestive of it, however, and that's all that WinterWyvern said. Nothing at all about those who feel differently being pedophiles. No need to get defensive.
Getting back on topic: personally, I don't really care either way. Not to be crude, but if I'm that close to another person, it's not the hair I'm looking at. However- at the age of fifteen, I finally gave into my mother's insistence and shaved my beard. The next three days made me vow never to do it again. The first day, the itching (note to those who don't know: having a beard doesn't itch.
Not having one (or rather, the hair growing in when you don't) does) was so awful I stayed home from school to keep my face in a bowl of icewater while I breathed through a straw. I went to school the next two, but had to reapply a coat of heavily mentholated oil to my face every twenty minutes to keep from scratching it so hard it bled. The idea of making someone else do that
to their crotch makes perfect sense to me,
provided that you're doing so as a form of torture. To someone you're supposed to actually LIKE, it baffles me. I guess some people just aren't on board with the whole "mammal" thing.