Sunday, 19 June 2011


I am in the process of a one-year study on the ability of the female body to cover itself in fur.
In August 2010, a found myself separated from my partner of 19 years. The day I realised he wasn't coming back, I decided to use this as an opportunity to find out just how long my leg and armpit hair could grow, untouched, for a whole year......
10 months into the experiment, I find that I appear to have 'maxed out' and no further length seems to be forthcoming. I will be patient, and wait until the full twelve months before coming to any firm conclusions. As Quentin Crisp noted with regard to household dust,  "After four years," he quipped, "you don't notice the dust."  I am interested in how the hirsuteness of my limbs will appear after one year. Another three years may be in the offing then, bearing in mind the possibility of further ice and snow this year, turning off the central heating in a bid for economy, and my personal fear of the cold.
So - to depilate or not to depilate (yes, I did look up the spelling!) - based on the encouraging comments of my sisters-in-fur, and the barely disguised fixation on my tufts from the brave brothers who cross my path, I may never shave again!

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