A Byzantine baptism of foam and fire
Date
August 3, 2013
Anson Cameron
Only once before had I been shaved by a man. I was having veins removed from my right leg and before the operation a gaunt teenager appeared with a razor and shaved that leg and exactly half my pubes. I have no way of knowing if he was an employee of the hospital or a freelancer, a lout wandering the ward with his own razor and humour. But in theatre as I went under I saw the nurse lean towards my crotch with an Attenborough-ish fascination that let me know my dexter defoliation was the plumage of an unforeseen genus.
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