Male Body Hair
This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters in this work of fiction are real people. The places in this work of fiction do not actually exist.
Reno, Nevada is a quaint little Northern Nevada town that you can miss if you blink once on the highway when you pass it by. You might think this place isn’t worth your time. For those that stop and look, there are little pleasures that you can pause to experience that may be worthwhile. I’m sure I’ve been at the El Dorado, I thought it might’ve been at another casino buffet.
Eating this way is not healthy, obviously. I was with an acquaintance of mine, a Navy veteran named Ashwin Kumari. So, it was not my idea. It was only food and a plain vanilla clean cut conversation. This buffet featured everything you possibly want to eat including crab legs. This was a succulent and sweet total smorgasbord.
I’m sure that this casino buffet was not the one at the Grand Sierra Resort a short distance away. This was a different buffet at an another location, comparably flavorsome. Find the driving range at the GSR past the casino buffet, the Round Table pizza buffet, all of the alcohol and casino games, and the bowling, and you will have an experience, if that is what you desire.
This isn’t what you would call jor-korano heterosexuality, because neither of these people made it obvious whether they expected me to do an activity that I was not willing to go along with or not. I was only eating, so nothing was happening. I only noticed two things that were strange.
For those that might be interested, this may have been in or around the El Dorado. This experience was nice and rather pleasant. The location had all of the food you could possibly want to eat at one meal with a range of choices. There was lobster, but also mashed potatoes, corn, and random things that were mostly only vegetables.
This Ashwin Kumari mostly didn’t say anything, and his mother sat right there at the table to make this a safe, clean plain vanilla experience. Oh no male body hair was food that was at not the table. I’m sure the grass on the landing strip was green. Still my mind went oh no male body hair. I have no desire for men. I do not like male body hair; I like my own body hair. The day I have to eat body hair in order to have a meal is the day I start eating lentils and rice and nothing else.
The entrées at this buffet are something to savor. What was strange thing was Ashwin Kumari running across a field of immaculately clean, pristinely manicured, green green grass, kicking what looked like a soccer ball. I could hear a big crowd screaming, “Ashwin! Ashwin! Ashwin!” There he was, sitting at the table with me with his mother, a divorced older lady from the San Francisco Bay area with two grown sons.
I could physically see him sitting right at the table. He was doing nothing. The teddy bear eats his picnic. I’m not even sure what jor-korano heterosexuality, force-doing heterosexuality, is, really. Heterosexuality is unnatural. It’s like a default choice. You get a video game where a choice is already selected.
Ashwin Kumari seemed pretty easygoing, and pleasant, though. This type of person is one who assumes that homosexuality, the LGBTQIA community, is a lifestyle alternative too crazy to even exist, and that sexual freedom is only for a man with a gun. You adopt the persona that other people expect because it’s not OK to be yourself.
Though simply, I have no desire. I simply have no desire whatsoever. I do not desire men. For those who like Navy men, Reno, Nevada is not exactly what it seems, and different things are easy to find. Without a lot of running, you can go to a neighborhood bar in Reno, Nevada, a short distance away, right by the Truckee river, and you will find a perfect greyhound.
Ashwin Kumari is not called jor-korano heterosexuality. The nice thing about him that truly says, “Brahmin,” is that he is bisexual. It is really sweet and noble for a man like this to tell me a personal fact like this, even though it’s probably not true. Instead of following your desires, you follow family traditions, and put out a façade instead.
My mind told me: Oh no, male body hair. That’s not true because a person like that couldn’t serve in the Navy and be successful. You would think they would make life difficult for him. The stands still reverberated with the sound of, “Ashwin! Ashwin! Ashwin!” as the soccer ball rolled happily along the perfectly trimmed like a green, green landing strip.
It might’ve been a bigger lawn. I didn’t see. In Reno, Nevada, there is so much to experience. I’m sure they were mashed potatoes on the buffet. For those that like seafood and crab legs, all of that is there, too. I wasn’t sure though, why I kept seeing male body hair. The grass was green. Ashwin Kumari was sitting there doing nothing, with all his clothes on, with an undershirt that might’ve even been a garment that he was wearing and not only in my mind. I wondered whether or lobster that are alive when you want to eat them scream when you boil them to death and they die.
I could see no male body hair whatsoever. The grass was not green, not yellowish-green, brown, or yellow either. The weather was as sunny as a summer day, so you could see the green grass, though in this Northern Nevada desert there were only tumbleweeds and dirt. Then, I could see male body hair, as if Ashwin Kamari was a hare.
The ball rolled down the lush, green grass, and the crowd kept screaming his name. This Navy man has so much male body hair that he is only a hare. So, I kept enjoying this perfectly delectable casino hotel buffet. Though this is possibly a person from a culture where there is no LGBTQ community that actually alive in existence. He seemed like the clean cut, plain vanilla type, a Hindi speaker.
If you’ve never met someone with military bearing, just know that this is someone who has to be as straight as possible whether they’re part of the rainbow or not. This is someone to be careful with, and necessarily to trust. You can’t invest your emotions in a person like this. Military bearing, even the tiniest bit, makes me a little bit nervous.
Working girls in the Nevada area are astute and fortunate, typically with no military bearing. I have no idea why Dennis Hoffman used to say, “I don’t have sex with civilians,” while he was alive. I only visited his brothel once.
When his kind of girls meet a person like this man, they know to see, “How much more money does he have?” and not to glean upon too much male body hair to disturb their minds first. If you’re the type with a desire for women, that kind of thing mat be be a tourist attraction would meet your needs.
If you’re the type who thinks prostitution feels a bit strange and pornography is distasteful, a sermon at the Valley Vegas Church in Las Vegas, Nevada will set your mind at ease.
I remember Ashwin Kumari from Durga Pooja in a town called Topeka many decades ago. He was one of the children that spoke Hindi, a Hindustani who was a male. I spoke Bengali. So, we passed each other and said nothing in English words. I’m sure he didn’t even notice me.
Browsing on the Internet for one day brought me to an image of a woman I know in a soft core porn. This was a person I had a brief conversation with one moment in time.
What color panties is she wearing? I’m trying to see what they are. She‘s wearing a white neglige and I can’t really tell. I turned off the computing device I was accessing the Internet with. She looked frightened, though I couldn’t tell. It was a familiar image. What could I ever say to her?
In Nevada, here in the desert of the real, Ashwin’s mother mentioned that quitting smoking was simple. Because, the nicotine goes out of your system in a week, and the rest of the addiction is psychological. For those who can use this technique to quit smoking, congratulations to you. Some people are special, even a male body hare. I had no idea what soccer field it was, this Ashwin Kumari was only sitting and enjoying the buffet.
Ashwin Kumari is a Navy veteran who is a cisgendered male that appeared not to be planning to transition to female. Because we went to the same Durga Puja as children many years ago, each one of us speaking a different language, we must have only briefly passed each other. The buffets in Reno Nevada are wonderful, and he tried to ask me what kind of music I like with his mother there in a “safe” manner. So, he didn’t really ask, he only played his tape player at me like I was too stupid to say a phrase that sounded scripted enough.
I’ve met this kind of guy at Rockhurst University as an undergraduate student years ago before. The correct way to respond to a man like that is not to respond at all. There are still homosexuals getting arrested, tortured, and executed/subjected to further imprisonment in Africa and the Middle East. I remember coming out the closet as a preteen child when both Ashwin and I went to Durga Puja in Topeka, Kansas. Sexual freedom is something that comes from a firearm only for the individual person that carries it like a man like this, so there is not from any kind of freedom to actually freely associate with people at all. So, I chose to remain silent. It’s not okay to be yourself.
