“Unraveling Secrets: The Heartwarming Journey of a Gay Boy and the Power of Connection”
But then, one day I got out of the shower and saw my pubic hair. A once healthy coral reef of black curls, thinned and decimated down to the point where I could part it, and there was my bare, naked pelvis, plucked like a rotisserie chicken.
Ethan was taking care of me that chemo cycle, and I asked if I could show him. It felt more like eight-year-olds playing doctor than abject exhibitionism. He saw what I meant. Instinctively, he pulled his own briefs down to compare — a lush, vibrant garden of bushy, healthy curls.
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