I’m a straight guy who keeps the package nice and trimmed.
Shaved scrotum and I use an electric beard trimmer to keep the rest neat. Typically, I follow the old belly fuzz “happy trail” thing going by maintaining a higher cut vertical stripe extending along the natural trail to the base. At that point, I maintain the same height around, sort of like a mustache. The rest of the area is not shaved clean, just trimmed slightly shorter.
I guess that may make me strange… I don’t know. The 6 gauge PA tends to distract people’s attention away from the shaving anyway (at the gym, in the lockers!)
Sounds unlikely to me. Most of the Japanese porn I’ve ever seen pixillates the performer’s groins. IIRC, it’s illegal (or was until recently) to show pubic hair in movies or magazines in Japan. I expect a lot of porn stars over there shave to keep the digital fig leaf as small as possible, but that wouldn’t explain the popularity of the landing strip.
See, I haven’t been to the gym in a week due to sleeping in on the weekend, buying a new monitor after work Monday, and working late Tuesday and Wednesday… so I’m going this evening, and now, having posted this thread, all I’ll be able to think about in the lockerroom is “I gotta get some dirt to dish to the Dopers.” Damn you all!
But it’s still fun to look at cute, nekkid college boys. And it always will be.
Unless gauges go from bigger to smaller… or… you know what I mean…
Let’s get back to pube talk. Welcome to Pube Talk. I’m your host, scott evil. On Pube Talk we talk about pubes, shaving, daughters, you know, no big whoop.
Coldfire, you’re EVIL!!! I just read your post about ass dreads, and laughed so hard while trying to compose my reply, that I clicked “submit” instead of “preveiw”.
I got the mental image of the chick in the Busta Rhyme’s video “Light Your Ass on Fire” with a “fringe” while danceing. I will NEVER look at that video the same way again, and I’ll likely alarm many people with my hysterical laughter if I hear it in public!
Every day, I walk briskly into the Rosslyn Metro. It’s glamorous, but unassuming, perhaps showing a little bit of her age.
First I buy the lottery ticket, and you know what? Everyone wins! Rosslyn is open to anyone with $1.10–I’m sorry, $1.20–to spare.
Then I sliiiiiide my way down that big long escalator. Just dive into it, really. I can take what’s in store for me.
And then, not minutes later, is the train, roaring into the station. It doesn’t matter if I’m just a guy reading the Washington Post Express. I’m plunging straight into the tunnel, baby, and I don’t care who’s driving!
Sometimes I have to stop because the ride is so intense, sliding through that muddy tunnel, under the river, straight to the Foggy Bottom… and stop! This is where I get off.
After that, it’s a fun-filled trot to work, another new day to tackle and make what’s mine, mine.
Luckily the only option where I work out are good old-fashioned gang showers. 
