Still Vibrating

February 5, 2010

A similar story to Beware of Small Vibrators was the talk of a party I went to last week.  The laughter we shared was all bout “teaser” vibrators.  The women seemed intrigued about the use of such small toys and were worried about making sure the apparatuses did not get lost in the excitement.  So, everyone had a good laugh when my African American client Tanesha told us that “Jammal,” her big, huge black vibrator will never get lost and instead makes her sing like Mariah.


Thank you!

December 16, 2009
Happy Holidays 2009-2010

Happy Holidays 2009-2010


Beware of Small Vibrators

December 8, 2009

Since my studio is located away from the street, I don’t usually get walk-ins.

Last week I was surprised woman started frantically knocking at my door.  When I opened it she said, “I need an emergency wax.  Now!”  I felt a little uneasy when she refused to fill out the information sheet or to even give me her name. Yet, she explained she was in a hurry to go see her doctor and she looked panicked.

Once on my table, she explained she wanted all the hair removed from her pubic area.

Hello Kitty

Looking at her vast jungle I wondered why she decided to get waxed now, why the hurry and, what was the reason for such secrecy.  But, as you all know by now, the stories from my waxing room emerge in the most interesting of ways.  So, I trusted the process and began my work.

I tried to carry on small talk but she seemed anxious and didn’t care for what I had to say.  Nearing the end of the procedure she declared she never cared for shaving, much less waxing.  Of course, this was my opportunity to find out what in the world was going on.

She told me she did something so stupid and was very embarrassed by it.

And, before I could form a question, she blurted out “I HAVE A SMALL VIBRATOR STILL VIBRATING INSIDE OF ME SINCE LAST NIGHT.  I DID NOT WANT TO GO SEE THE DOCTOR IN MY HAIRY CONDITION.” Needless to say, my decade of listening to waxing stories was very useful as I kept my cool and did my best to listen with care.  The client then placed my hand over her lower abdomen and low and behold, there was something alive inside of her.  Wow.

When I was finished with the waxing, she paid and left as quickly as she arrived. I stood at my office door a bit in awe of the experience and wondering how many people get to be part of such private and personally embarrassing moments.  And, what brand of battery she used because her belly was still vibrating – on high.


Fun, Fun, Fun and Toys

November 11, 2009

logosmallThis past Friday Reny’s Skin Care hosted an Onjenoo sex toy soiree.  Yvonne, Onjenoo’s owner traveled from San Diego exclusively for the event and all the attendees had a great time in learning how to sexorize their love lives.

Among the many fun toys, “Jalapeno Carlos” was the one that got the biggest laugh of all.  Apparently, this bright green bullet can turn any low energy, exhausted woman into a hot lover in no time.

We also met “Tina,” a toy which molds herself snugly around his shaft for explosive simulated oral sex.  No more lock jaw, girls!

All the ladies had a wonderful time not only learning about the different relationship intimacy products, but also by discussing the zest that the Brazilian wax adds to their sex lives.

The toys along with the waxing stories and enlightenment made for fine edu-tainment.

For those of you who missed this event, we will be planning another one early in the year, just in time for Valentine’s Day 2010. If you are interested in attending, please email me at reny@waxconfessions.com.

Cheers,

Reny
Let there always be laughter.  And absolutely no hair.


Threatening Words

November 3, 2009

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—CARLY

Sweet and sour.  My client’s threatening words to me while I performed the Boyzilian on her husband last week.

Cheers,

Reny

Let there always be laughter.
And absolutely no hair.


My Other Kinky Hair

October 27, 2009

From all of my childhood memories, the state of my hair is the one I would love to forget.  If I could take a pill and simply erase from my mind all the suffering I went through because of it, I would.

I don’t blame my Black father or my Italian mother for falling in love with each other and having me, but couldn’t they have done something better than just wash my hair with plain soap?

As I entered adolescence it got worse.  I was skinny and tall and with an abundance of hair, which translated into a well-deserve nickname, Reny Broom.  My friends, (How could I call them friends?) use to say that if they turned me upside down they could easily sweep the floor or wash the toilet.  It was atrocious.

I have always dreamed of straight hair but what I had on top of my head was this tangled brillo pad, and I found myself envying anyone with long or short, shinny and… straight hair.

I hated the commercials with longhaired women running in slow motion while their hair bounced up and down with the wind. I tried doing that by setting our huge fan on high and standing in front of it, but good quality kinky hair is hurricane proof – it won’t move.

When I was old enough to care for my hair myself I begun a regimen of aggressive chemicals. Looking back I am surprised I only burned my scalp a few times, and didn’t end up bald.

“Thank God I didn’t meet you back then,” said my husband few years ago when he saw a picture of me with the “broom” on my head.

A half of a century later and with menopause knocking on my door and hormones messing with my body, my hair is again taking the brunt of the suffering. Still, this time, older and wiser, I am not complaining.

I have decided to stop fighting back, accept nature, and enjoy my happy nappy, glorious kinky hair.

Cheers,

Reny

Let there always be laughter.  And absolutely, no hair.


Oooops and Double Entendres

October 20, 2009

Have you ever said something with a double meaning without realizing it?  It happened to me while waxing a male client last week.

Sam is a bouncer at a San Francisco nightclub and rides a motorcycle.  His muscles, tattoos and bald head makes for an intimidating appearance, and when he smiles the little boy inside comes out and you can see the sweet guy he is.

He’s been a client for the past 6 years and usually has his back and arms waxed.  “The tattoos in my arms are more evident without hair,” he says.  He is very particular about even the finest hair in those muscular arms as well as the hair on his knuckles.

During his last session, he was still on his stomach from the back waxing and with both arms resting on the waxing table.  So, I decided to wax the arms as he was instead having Sam sit on the corner of the waxing table.

I realized this was a much better position for this type of waxing.  It surprised me how fast I was able to remove every single hair in a third of the time.

So, as he was ready to leave, I declared, “Sam, I loved that position much better, didn’t you?  Let’s do that again next time!”  With a malicious look in his face he said, “Reny, Do you realize what you just said?”  Ai, ai, ai, Caramba!  I apologized and we laughed.

It has become joke and so every time he comes for his wax he says without fail, “Hey Reny, do you want to do that position again?”

Late that day while having dinner with my husband he asked me about my day.

“Oh, honey I had a great day at work, I tried a new position with this guy and it was much, much better!!!”


Of Mothers and Daughters

October 1, 2009

For one reason or another, my clients sometimes bring their daughters along for their BBW appointments. I enjoy seeing the dynamic between them and silently watch how each mother reacts when faced with privacy and intimacy issues.

Not surprisingly, culture plays a strong role in how the mothers conduct themselves. For example:

The conventional mothers figure out a way to have their kids at an arms length but away from their naked bodies.  One mom often leaves her girls in my reception area with a book or their cell phones.  She locks the door and wonders what her girls might be telling (or texting) their friends about their Mom’s trip to her “Brazilian Waxer.”  Another mother brings her girl inside the waxing room, places her in a chair facing the corner of the room with a book and often warned her not to look back.

The more open minded mothers seem to think of it as something their daughters might do in the future and they act as if is just another appointment, such as a haircut or a manicure, not a big deal at all.

I remember a “cool mother’s” (her daughter’s term) visit.  On this occasion, her 8-year-old was not only in the room, but she climbed on the stool next to my waxing table and was intently watching all my moves.  Her mother, in a refined language explained the procedure as well as the reason she was there.  She went further saying that in a few years the girl herself might be paying me a visit to get rid of her own hair.  They seemed so close and so comfortable in each other’s company that I thought to myself, what a great way to build a solid foundation for a trusting and healthy relationship.

Then, last year I had the privilege of having a bride and her mother for a BBW.  I was delighted to see how these two generations apart adults were unreserved about talking of their bodies, sex and their husbands.  While listening and watching them, I thought how wonderful if more mothers and daughters could share the same mutual trust.  They took turns on the waxing table while making suggestions about each other’s waxing style always with a sweet word and respect.

The healthy interactions between these two reminded me of my own up bringing in Brazil where “shame”, “embarrassment” or  “disgusting” were words rarely used towards our bodies.

Finally, there is Annie. She is five years old and loves to come to see me wax her mom.  I usually spread powder on her mom’s thighs and ask for her “help” spreading it.  Annie talks non-stop and is excited when she shows me a few fuzzy hairs on her arm, and tells me she’ll soon become my client.

Annie’s mom called me recently to tell me that while in the shower together, Annie looked up and said, “Gee mom I think is time for you to go see Reny!!”OO


Gratitude

September 10, 2009

Thank you all for the kind words of support and incentive about my life article on MORE.com magazine.  I deeply appreciate your spreading the word, buying more books for gifts and placing a comment on the magazine’s and my website.

You are all very special to me!

Let’s hope that the article opens the doors to better and bigger comunication vehicles.  It is essential to me to talk about the power of the Brazilian and how it is a way we often transform and more authentically love our bodies and ourselves.

Util next time, here’s my quote of the day to all of you:

“Nurture your poosie as a lush, beautiful garden – get rid of the weeds and reveal your tulips.”


Reny in MORE.com Magazine

August 29, 2009

I am so very happy to share this news with you.  More.com asked me to write an article for their REINVENT YOURSELF section.  I had a fabulous time doing it and am very happy of how it turned out.

Check it out! And, forward to others to get the word out about CONFESSIONS!

Reny on MORE Magazine

And, as always, thank you so much for your support.  I know the good energy of my readers, clients, friends and family are what make these great things come about.

Cheers,
Reny
Let there always be laugther.  And, absolutely no hair.