Armpit Forest

Hannah showed me Anna’s blog. Twenty-two, from Denmark, posts gorgeous visuals about watches, makeup, good food. Then I watched her video about maintaining dreadlocks. For one moment her arms went up. That’s all it took for Anna to make me into someone who finds armpit hair attractive. Apparently I’m officially more evolved than all of you now.

Except the video wasn’t even about that. It was genuinely about dreadlock care. But there’s this second where her arms go up, and instead of what everyone else does - the stupid face, reaching for the wax strips, all the shame around it - I just thought about… yeah. You know where my head went.

I’m not attracted to every woman with armpit hair. I’m not indiscriminate about this stuff. Most women I like at all. But Anna’s armpit forests are something else. They’re this bright spot against all the hairless, smooth, totally neutered version of femininity everyone’s supposed to want. She’s just existing in her body, not performing, not making some big statement. Just living. And somehow that’s what got me.

Is this what a fetish is? I don’t know. But Anna’s definitely responsible. And I’m not complaining.