El Scorcho Online Article


dammit Rose” by Eileen Pfefferle
This armpit hair is making me itchy. I’ll shave my head, grow a crop in that dark crevice where salt gathers. Condition it well and braid it. My bush, too, will soon disappear. The only hair left on my body will smell like onion soup made at the school cafeteria. I do wish I could grow a beard.

Original Release: October 2006, Version II
Section: Sex