Your vaginal area and clitoris are too beautiful to hide from either yourself or your man, and that pubic hair beyond just a wisp is not sexy and feminine to most men.

A desirable woman’s mons (or mound of Venus) should be “hairless.” In Asia, such a woman is known as a White Tigress, her hairlessness compared to a rare tigress without stripes, and is thought to be very feminine and frankly sexual. Imagine your lack of body hair, smooth skin, and the genital area being “as soft as grease.”

To appreciate the absolute beauty and sexy feminine quality of your vagina, please shave carefully and totally, all the way back to and around your vaginal opening. If you like, you may leave a short, wispy, thin, well-trimmed vertical strip of pubic hair directly below the navel and above the clitoris that indicates to a man that you carefully cultivate the garden of your vagina and clitoris.

Maintain this garden; once you are in a relationship, keep this soft, beautiful skin naked by shaving daily. Both you and he will feel more sexual with your inner and outer vulval lips, clitoris, and vaginal entrance fully revealed and oh so beautiful and attractive. The almost babylike softness and smoothness of your shaved vaginal area will feel so good both to you and to him.

Men are hairier than women; they often have quite hairy bodies. Heavy body hair is a masculine, yang, trait, not a feminine, yin, trait.

Your now nearly hairless body is, generally, in stark contrast to your man’s larger, hairier body. Opposites do attract. Your Good Man will love this difference and will feel himself to be a more masculine man, large and relatively hairy, while seeing you as a nearly hairless, feminine woman.

Adapted from "Sex Secrets of an American Geisha: How to Attract, Satisfy, and Keep Your Man."

When I was writing the last blog What was the most stupid thing you have done to yourself after a bad break-up?, I thought about my friend, Lisa Steadman, author and multiple-breakup survivor.

Her book It's A Breakup, Not A Breakdown. and website www.BreakupChronicles.com are all about the positive side of break ups.
Here is what she wrote on her blog: Breakup, Breakdown, Breakthrough!:
“I'm a living example of how after a breakup and subsequent breakdown, amazing things eventually happen. But I'm not the only one. There are so many of you who have survived and thrived after a breakup. Today, let's take some time to celebrate our strength and survival skills!”

Now I am very curious about Lisa's book It's A Breakup, Not A Breakdown. Maybe breakups are not that bad as we all experienced.

Here is what the book is about:
"Every woman's experienced the Big Breakup. You know the one. And even though it's a devastating natural disaster, after all the mind-numbing, soul-stirring, heart-wrenching pain comes the pleasure: in rediscovering yourself and your amazing life, of relishing in your girlfriends' company, and (eventually) of meeting someone new--someone who would have otherwise gone unmet had you not gone through your breakup in the first place."

To satisfy the curiosity, let's grab the book today and celebrate the break up that happened either recently or a long time ago as Lisa Steadman mentioned.

What is your great survival story after your breakup?

Has your sex partner complained about your vagina/penis?

This following story is about how I got to start masturbating. And also it is about a man who didn't want to accept his erectile dysfunction problem.

In the summer of 1986 I met Scott while on a trip to Europe. During the two weeks we spent together in the Greek Islands, Scott accused me of having a too-tight vagina and suggested that I undergo surgery.

Back home from the trip, I spent half a year putting one finger and then two fingers in my vaginal hole to stretch it so that Scott could get inside me when we saw each other again that winter. Scott lived in Scotland and I was in Los Angeles, more than five thousand miles apart. (This story is my husband's favorite. He laughs hard in disbelief that a man would ever complain about a small, tight vagina.)

I kept up a long-distance relationship with Scott for three years although I knew that our sex life was not good at all. (I didn't know that Scott, only forty-four, had an erectile dysfunction problem.) To me sex was just a tiny part of our relationship. Respecting and missing him were more valuable to me than sexual intercourse. You could say I was young and naïve. Or stupid.


Adapted from "Sex Secrets of an American Geisha: How to Attract, Satisfy, and Keep Your Man." Read more story on masturbation