Laser in Las Vegas

This video letter series and write up condenses my experience for how I got laser and why.

It all started when I hurt my back in April then ignored the growing problems for months, so while out taking pictures of the sunset it occured to me to get honest about my situation with my higher power.

I resolved to turn it over to Lillith and get myself some medical care to be better in balance.

And after I prayed to Lillith I had two insights: that I should try yoga for back pain and make an appointment for physical therapy and second that my failure at using IPL to eliminate hair was holding back my hypermale transition.

The day I made the appointment, I woke up hard as a rock and felt compelled to look through videos of porn stars getting lasered smooth.

I hastily made an appointment and posted to twitter about it. “Can you guess what has my demon dick leaking so much this morning?” followed with the following gif of James Bond.

“Excited to announce that I’m going to be getting zapped in the balls with a laser beam on June 18.”

As my appointment day approached, the guidance from the universe got clearer and more explicit.

As I wrote on twitter: “the built in confusion of having a #nonbinary identity seems to have passed entirely since I scheduled the laser hair removal. It turns out my subconscious has a whole transition plan for me to turn hypermale over time and I just have to “fail to resist” it.”

I had pretty terrible imposter syndrome when the mods were all things like “remove the hypnotic control so your gynecomastia can return” as though growing a pair of tits were somehow cisgendered simply because it could be achieved without hormones…

Lasering my pubic hair is *artificial* & new. So despite the fact that people of all genders get laser hair removal, somehow to me this is specifically *gender affirming* to the kind of enby that I personally want to be. And that is simultaneously gender euphoric and HORNY AF for me. This is not just “valid”, it’s SEXY!

So of course I have to thank my generous donor before I move on to the story of the laser appointment itself.

Pete’s tributes are no joke, they funded the website you’re reading this on… He and RedHotPump both helped defray the cost of laser sessions.

So I picked a local place off of the net that had fairly decent Yelp reviews and open pricing, the key selling point was that they openly listed they-them pronouns on the menu at the same price as male. Las Vegas has an unusually competitive laser hair removal so I had my choice at prices less than half (on average) what San Fransisco had, but you better believe I would pay extra for a nonbinary friendly place that respects my pronouns.

“Goblin King has me by the balls And by this time tomorrow they’re Going to be permanently smooth. No more hairy man balls for daddy.” I tweeted the night before while taking pictures of my fresh shave.

Meanwhile work on the website continued up to the last minute.

When the time came I traveled out to an imposing medical building out in Summerlin.

And I show up in the exact same shirt I got tattooed for Raum in, chanting the enn of Lillith in my head.

“Began my laser hair removal journey today. Full Brazilian. Very professional and affordable” I posted to Facebook after quietly praying my way through the laser session.

My Twitter account was notably more detailed about the experience: “First #LaserHairRemoval session completed. General impression: hurts far less than I expected. Pubes and balls were painless, Asshole was comparable to waxing and even the hairs on my dick were only as bad as a tattoo somewhere easy. We’ll see how smooth I get.”

Though the laser hair removal machine is intimidating, it actually hurts less than a wax and really wasn’t anything terrible to endure. Close your eyes if you’re bothered by bright lights.

Here I discuss the feelings of Laser afterwards in a video note to my slave.

Though hairs popped up quite rapidly after the first laser session, a significant fraction of folicles had no hair emerge before I reshaved at 2 weeks. It did fall out somewhat in my shorts.

And with my sacrifice complete; I celebrated the solstice with sex and magic spells.

I deliberately timed my laser sessions to the celtic holidays to make it easy to remember when one was due as the wheel of the year holidays come every 6 months like clockwork.

So come Lamas, it was time to face the fire for lillith again.

Satan meant it a little bit more literally than usual this time as the brand new apartments they’d been building when I last visited had burned down before I returned.

I got my junk shaved a lot more easily this time as I never really had that much grow back after the first shave. Lucky for me I got almost no dropout at all.

Even after the irritation from the laser session, you can still se how smooth this shave was.

I face the fire for mother Lillith It burns away what is no longer me I grow in the likeness of Baphomet Finding balance between my parts Discovering the space beyond The binary is just as valid as the binary itself. Solve et Coagulum. Happy Lammas.

Update: December 2023

After traveling to New Zealand and leaving my razor home, compare the results on my neck where I’ve never had laser to my crotch where basically nothing came up in 15 days without shaving.

There’s still a patch around the edges of my mole and a bit on the underside of my penis, but I’m basically doing cleanup for stuff that got missed the first few goes round now.