The urge to be Pretty

Every now and then, I look at my lower limbs, which have not been clearcut since the end of the Clinton administration, and think, "I want to wear skirts and similarly floaty things and not be fuzzy underneath."

Then I think about the hours it would take to accomplish this and the number of cuts I'd get along the way, and I am immediately dissuaded. Moreover, the thought of stubble is terrifying.

I am too lazy to be femme.

Writing Update: Babs and Roy and Dick, 2nd installment

Working Title: Light and Loose
Words: 3379 (still not done)

( Snippet, Nightwing #114wise )