

Unsexy Stories: Part 8 Having what I have means I scar strangely. Sometimes better, often worse. And being as masochistic as I am means that sometimes I end up with a bit more than I bargained for. Particularly on my pussy. I have a tendency to acquire skin tags on my labia. For reasons I haven't entirely understood (beyond some masochistic masturbation tendencies). Regardless, I suppose it isn't all that surprising that textured skin heals with more texture. However, I became very insecure about how they looked. Even with a partner who could barely give a quarter of a shit, I cared deeply. Especially at the thought of being photographed with some sort of growth. But I let it happen. I wanted to see it. Sit with it. And I did. ....and then eventually I decided to do something about it. So the homemaker deep inside me (thanks mom) got out the dental floss, the tweezers and the mirror and the yogi in me took many deep breaths. Before tying her off and deciding her life ended here. Slowly, bit by bit as bl00d and air leave, she says goodbye like a fucked up forgotten raisin from under the sofa. For any pale people with similar sufferings, I learned this technique on an arm first - watching my mom help my aunt in the kitchen. And can confirm, the technique is transferrable if you're willing to endure.