The Waxing of the Moon
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Light on Waxing
This next statement will probably make my mother laugh and my yoga teacher cry. Or possibly the other way around. Getting a Brazilian is a great opportunity to deepen your yoga practice. Throughout you'll be asked to assume modified versions of supta baddha konasana (reclining bound angle pose) and supta padangustasana (you know, the one where you try to stick your foot in your ear). And the best part is, you won't even feel the pain of the poses with someone ripping your hair out!
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At this point I realized that the disposable panties had transformed from a quaint bit of false modesty into a complete pain in the ass. Granted not the biggest pain in the ass I would feel that day, but an annoyance none the less. As the waxist worked on more intimate areas, it fell to me to work on keeping the stupid panties out of the way. All of this while holding my leg up, staring at the ceiling, and thinking of king and country.
Throughout the process, the waxist maintained an admirably professional demeanor. Because let's face it, this is one of the more ridiculous interactions your will ever have with another human being. How many other people will ever inspect your nether regions that closely without even the pretense of medical necessity? No wonder everything is constructed to look like a doctor's office. It would achieve a sort of humiliating hilarity otherwise.
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