I’m a firm believer in the supernatural, at least when you’re speaking about the Hairy Triangle. That’s definitely the kind of place I have no problem imagining that if I was in the middle of it, my floating boat might suddenly plunge into the depths, only to resurface briefly only to be swallowed down inside again. In the end, I know my erection will have disappeared completely after having the life sucked out of it by this mythological hairy beast.

Okay, a Bermuda Triangle reference when talking about hairy bush is definitely creative, you must admit. I mean I’m sure that no one else ever thought of disappearing planes and ships as sexy metaphor for fucking. Nevertheless, if you read some of the descriptions on these hirsute snatch sites, they do make women with a natural muff sound as if they’re as elusive as unicorns. I guess if I as a dude feel pressure to manscape my nether regions, than chicks must be under even more.

The site didn’t score that well but that’s because none of the content is exclusive. Nevertheless, the videos are great-quality, so that’s worth something right there. Just looking through the members’ area preview, what I find appealing is that there’s a wide range of fuzzy twat to enjoy. As Mistress Tracy describes, there are tons of different furry pubic regions to explore such as those belonging to blondes, redheads, BBWs, mature ladies, Asians and Blacks.

You know me. I especially love to see fiery red pubes. To me, that is one burning bush that really does make me think I’m seeing god. At any rate, there are so many different kinds of beaver to see that I think pretty much any fan would be pleased by the selection. It’s literally a crotch buffet with more hot dishes splitting their pink-filled furry bits than you can shake a stick - or something that rhymes with stick - at.

Anyway, now finally for the story that set me off onto this hairy trail of hidden treasures in the first place. I was looking for a story about celebrity fetishes and pulled up one entitled ‘”Hair-Raising Celebrity Fetishes” written by Liz Kelly in The Washington Post (05/15/07), which wasn’t what I expected. Liz explains that John Reznikoff collects locks of celebrity hair.

He has set a Guinness World’s Record for the largest and the most expensive collection of celebrity hair. The columnist thinks it’s a gross hobby. I think that it’s merely an old one. People in past centuries, especially before photography often would exchange locks of hair as a romantic gesture. I, myself, even received a few bits of one lover’s pubes as more lustful version of such affection - a memorable, kinky, keepsake.