By Christiénne Miller

Perhaps it’s just because Spring has sprung and I’m spending more time in fresh air, but I’m feeling a bit saucy these days.

I guess it all started with my discovery of vagazzling (or vajazzling according to those in the NYC): Well, that coupled with my life-long love of dressing up.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved adding a bit of flair to my wardrobe or body–whether it be glitter makeup, an extra piercing, or tasteful tattoo.

Now, as an adult, I find myself intrigued with personal, erotic adornment. Why? Well, maybe it’s because I’m bored with looking at the same old “junk” and want to mix things up a bit, or perhaps I have a subconscious desire to be a Vegas Show Girl.  I don’t know what goes on in my head sometimes, I’ve just been thinking about dressing up “down there” lately.

As a matter of fact, the other day, I randomly recalled a conversation I had with a friend, years ago. We were talking about how lucky we were to be living in this time period, rather than in the 1400s, when promiscuity was abundant and ignorance and lack of treatment for sexually transmitted diseases was rampant. We laughed like immature little punks about the pubic wigs or “merkins” people would wear to disguise open sores and other genital issues they had; i.e. If I paste this yak hair wig just so, no one will pay attention to the fact that I’m totally festering right now. Ewww!

Today, however, I’ve found out through my curious searching that the merkin has had a comeback of sorts! Check out Merkin World, should you wish to go traditional and/or design your own, or this bejeweled butterfly merkin for something pretty, quick, and pre-fab.

If you aren’t into the whole wig or crystal thing, you can also have your waxing professional shape your pubic hair into a pattern and then reach for some dye to enhance the effect. Remember that Sex in the City episode where Samantha tried to dye her gray pubic hair? Not so far fetched now, is it?

All of it a bit too much? Then one could just go with edible or non-edible body paints, I suppose.

In the end, no matter what I (or you) choose to do, I say let’s just have fun. Why stop with intimate grooming? Let’s get wild and throw in some glam!

(Boy, oh boy, my man isn’t going to know what hit him…)

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