With all of the world on pause at the moment, our minds tend to wonder, pondering hypotheticals and unrealised fantasies. One that crossed my mind was the question “if you could be transported back in time to any era, where would you go?” Frankly though, I didn’t have to marinate on this question very long. In fact, the answer came to me in a literal heartbeat. Without a doubt, I would go back to the 1970s.
There was a certain elemental succulence to that era; a certain brazen sophistication combined with unabashed exuberance. Between the glittery glamour of disco and Studio 54 and the emergence of a confrontational, counter culture version of rock and roll known as punk, to the emergence of the most avant garde minds in design such as Vivienne Westwood, Yves Saint Laurent and Halston, to cinema breaking new, brave grounds (both inside and outside of the now dearly departed porno theaters)…the 1970s was a time of bold, unapologetic lusciousness. And what encapsulates that bold, unapologetic lusciousness better than a lush, full bush?
There is something about a full bush that symbolises something primal yet elegant and requires both haver and enjoyer to be sensually fully engaged, to take in the look, the feel, the aroma, the taste, the texture. It harkens to an awakening among women wherein we insisted that our beauty be celebrated in it’s natural state. It wasn’t that women were granted power by men during this time, but rather that they were connecting to the power they have had since the dawn of time. Strong and invincible, as the song goes. To me, having a natural bush continues to be a symbol of that feminine power: that verdant, natural power.
And wouldn’t you love to bask in that very same power and beauty? Lucky for you, you’ve come across a London’s all natural, ebony escort, with a delicious full bush that will make you pine for the days of reading Playboy, just for the informative articles of course. I may not be able to travel back to that time. But when you spend time with me, you just might.