

Celebrate queer artists next weekend in Brooklyn! The G Shmee is very proud to be part of such an inspiring and collaborative show produced by some Brooklyn Queeros. Nov 13-15, 8pm with a 2pm show on Nov 15. @ the The Bushwick Starr. $12, $8 for kids.




















I was a happy hairy lady until my second year of college. I started dating this girl who was a total hairophobe. She shaved her legs, armpits, arms, bikini line and trimmed her pubes. Like, every day. Then she insisted that I at least shave my legs, armpits and take care of my bush. I thought it was pretty stupid, but I liked her a lot so I figured why not. It’s just hair. I drew a bath, “borrowed” my roommate’s razor, and got to work. About halfway through the first leg I started freaking out. All this soft blondish hair was floating around me. Years of growing it out and I’m shaving it all off? What am I doing? This is so wrong. I drained the bath and tried to forget about what I’d just done. I think I may have even cried a little, but I’m not sure. The next day I sucked it up and shaved off the rest. It did look pretty stupid with patches of hair missing on one leg. I continued to shave and trim regularly for the entire year I was with her. After we broke up I went through periods of shaving and not shaving for a few years. Now I’m totally back on the hair wagon. Hopefully for good. I love my fuzziness.