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This is a cat.

I first tried shaving my pubic hair the week before my sixteenth birthday. I had warmed up to the idea of some light under-the-pants shenanigans with my then-boyfriend, and from the brief glimpses of mainstream porn I had seen so far, I had gleaned that a prepubescent party zone was a prerequisite.

Just to be sure, I also consulted the world’s greatest repository of deeply personal questions from confused teenagers, Yahoo! Answers. After scrolling through dozens of “Should I shave my pubes?” posts, one of the more consistent responses burrowed in my brain: “You don’t HAVE to, but if you don’t, don’t be surprised if your boyfriend won’t go down on you.”