lets talk hair grooming/trimming/shaving

Joined Nov 30, 2006
i started talking to this girl a few weeks ago she finally lets me in soon as i drop pants shes like damn your legs are hairy (referring to my thighs)
my reply was i'm a man men are hairy. it didn't affect the mood but she did say i could use a trim
i don't ever shave my legs  i do trim the hedges of my dugout every few weeks. she also mentioned that my crack could use a shave
has anybody ever shaved that area?
Joined Apr 1, 2009
I get razor bumps and ingrown hairs easily. So I will not be doing that again
tmi Wednesdays
Joined Jan 15, 2009
Cant bring myself to shave anything but my face, and maybe my chest if needed.

Every girl I've ever been with, I've posed the question...they all had the same answer. No, don't shave. Maybe they were lying but who knows.


Joined Aug 1, 2011
I will be the man of the forum to admit I trim EVERY PART OF MY BODY, if it gets hairy I trim it! Hair is alright but when it gets too long in certain areas NOBODY finds it attractive
Joined Dec 29, 2008
I trim my leg hair. I dont see anything wrong with it, im a pretty hairy guy, so i kinda find it necessary 
Joined Mar 27, 2004
Actually, that's a point of pride. I'm very proud of my mane of pubic hair, so thank you.

Joined Jun 7, 2011
the only thing I trim is my beard when it reaches rick ross/freeway proportions. Outside of that, chest, stomach, & leg hair remained untrimmed.
Joined Mar 21, 2005
Whats a good cream or anything you all would recommend for a black man with bumps? I have tried basically everything.
Joined Apr 4, 2008
I trim my arm hair, chest, pubes and pits, did my legs once but that was too much work so I don't think I'll be doing that again.
Joined Jul 9, 2011
You dudes are absolutely missing out if you don't shave your scrotum.

I'll leave it at that.


Joined Nov 29, 2010
real life...


i shave everything but the top part og my pubes (razor burn/bumps) so i trim that to like a 0 with an old andi t-liner

i shave my arms, arm pits, balls... ( if i grew hair on my chest/back that would be waxed

i dont do anything to my legs... thats going to far.
Joined Mar 29, 2005
Don't shave, unless you're a swimmer or tape your ankles. But a trim is...much appreciated. An electric trimmer set to whatever length makes you and her comfortable.
Joined Apr 28, 2004
I trim my legs because they're od hairy.
in my experience women prefer hair on guys. sign of masculinity I guess
Joined Mar 23, 2003
i buzz everything. started when i was working out in high school. keep doing it since im tattooed and i dont want my work buried under body hair

i used to keep up with it more but ive gotten lazy over the years.
Joined May 28, 2009
I shave me private area and girls usually comment on it. Oh, and it makes my penis look bigger
Joined Oct 8, 2003
I've never shaven my pubes. I do however run a #1 through it and line it up. I hit the #0 on the chest/stomach area. I also run the #1 on the legs every few months or so because my legs are extremely hairy. Never shaven or trimmed my crack, or my pits. Sometimes I let my chest/stomach go natural and have that Tom Selleck swag..


Joined Mar 9, 2010
i shave completely. Makes that thang look bigger. Half black/filipino..but full filipino below the waist FTL.
Joined Aug 2, 2008
I grow WAAAAAAAAAAY to much hair to shave anything. Its REALLY uncomfortable and just does now look right for me. Outside of pubic trimming, shaving and hair cuts, no hairs are bothered


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Joined Jun 25, 2003
From this guys experience I would highly recommend not shaving your butt crack:

Spoiler [+]
Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble %+*+$$#%.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my $*+-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my $*+ of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My $*+ was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic *!%$- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky *!%$/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my $*+ off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering *!%$/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my $*+ cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own *!%$ blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my $*+ at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for $*+-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your $*+ having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

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