Felice Lok

“I finally feel like shaving is decision I can make myself on any given day, rather than a set of rules forced upon me dictating how to live out my womanhood.” The first time I picked up a razor to remove my body hair, I was thirteen years old. I remember standing frozen in the shower, reliving the moment that day at school when the boy I had a crush on pointed out my burgeoning moustache in front of all of our friends during recess.

“I had grown my first moustache before any of the boys in my grade had sprouted a single hair on their face.” I was around ten years old when I was first made fun of for having body hair. As the story typically goes, it was one of the little boys at school who pointed at my face and practically yelled to the whole playground, “Look, she’s got a moustache!”.

The timeless allure of erotic fiction. I have a secret to confess: I used to write fanfiction. Yes, fanfiction – the stories written by the fans of television shows, movies, celebrities, and musicians that use the copyrighted characters and/or people for the basis of their own fiction. Fanfiction is often the subject of derision.