Here I am, just rolling down the streets of Tempe, AZ, in the Millennium Subaru, minding my own business. Speaking of business, the vehicle next to me, on their passenger door is an advertisement for the business: Snake Charmer Men’s Waxing!

What the FAWK, I thought.

Is this a joke, a satire? Or is this a legitimate business / service? I noted it, and would return to research it later – I had shit to do that day.

[Later on] I did my research, which didn’t take long. However, I wanted to discuss this at Happy Hour, Season 2, Episode 1. AND I DID.

I casually mentioned it, like a sleeper agent, and the conversation was ignited! We started zooming around the website on our own devices to inspire our color commentary …

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The Naked Truth Podcast

Men suck. Men are a liability. Men are sex crazed. The cacophony of criticism our male allies endure is so prevalent that it’s becoming a grotesque ideology.

Come along with Snake Charmer owner Lori Corrigan as she dives deeply into where, when, why, and how guys navigate their lives despite the hostility.

Lori has long been deeply supportive of and aligned with her male compatriots, but it wasn’t until opening Snake Charmer Men’s Body Waxing studio that she had a tangible way to show it.

Providing a safe and comfortable place for men to have personal care services without being shamed or ridiculed, she’s created an oasis of welcoming vibes, cool steampunk sculptures, provocative wall art, and an array of waxing, massage, and relaxation services for her 1,300 clients.

Gentlemen

Your boys deserve to be placed on a pedestal, fellas.

Their soft-boiled egg design calls for specialized care during men’s Brazilian waxing to keep the fragile shell from cracking.

The bait and switch of body waxing is finding a studio that advertises they do men, but you learn the hard way the waxers have no idea what they’re doing.

There’s a reason why so few studios offer men’s Brazilian, and many that do shouldn’t — all waxers are not created equal. It’s a specialized skill that goes way beyond what’s taught in school; there’s a finesse, technique and level of expertise that must exist.

Don’t let fear and social stigma keep you from enjoying one of the most liberating of all body waxing services.

One time is all it takes to see the difference. You’re our main focus, guys, not just an afterthought.

Snake Charmer, Men’s Full Waxing Experience Website

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The Brozilian

I said all of that, to say this, I booked the services of a waxing technician; Shelby! They titled it the Brozilian, (new client, who’s never waxed)

About Shelby … Peaches and pepper. Sweet and sassy. The girl next door with a devilish grin.

Shelby loves to explore the spectrum of the human experience; a rebel and adventurer by nature, nothing is too taboo. Full acceptance and comfort are of the utmost importance to her.

Roller skating and improvisational dance are two of her favorite hobbies (sometimes occurring simultaneously).

The newest member of The Snake Charmer, she is absolutely ecstatic to continue to provide the exceptional level of care and service that clients have enjoyed for years.

Friday, February 14, 2025 (yes, Valentine’s Day) is the day of the appointment. Principal Jen will be arriving the day after, on International That’s What She Said Day!

For The Love …

Admittedly, I didn’t watch every single video that was sent to my text messages, but I did read the literature provided. I wanted to be informed yet let the gift of experience teach me more than anything.

I roll up on time for my appointment. I didn’t realize it was in the same parking lot as Bricks & Minfigs Chandler, my favorite Planet Fitness, and a Burger King.

The business footprint was no bigger than most apartments. I can hear the appointment before me. He was lingering, and/or flirting with Shelby, which ultimately she said, “I do have another appointment so we can talk more at your next treatment date.”

He left, and I was invited back. She introduced herself, as did I. I filled out the waiver information prior, so it was strictly the task at hand. I ‘dropped trou’ before clamoring on top of the paper lined massage table.

While the wax was warming up, we discussed pre-wax items such as, “What inspired you to be waxed?”, etc. If you’ve ever had a wax session whatsoever, you know the routine: Wood stick dipped in the wax, lather the area, a narrow strip of cloth is pressed on the wax, smooth out by the technician’s gloved hand, and then … RRRRIIIIPPPP! Finally, *bAp* the gloved hand of the technician lands on the same area as if to soothe the hair follicles and effected skin.

Wax. Press. RIP. BAP. REPEAT!

“Aiight, I’ve gotta know. I know that 14 year old Shelby aspired to be looking at c0ck and balls all day while being paid, what I assume, is good money. How did you get from there to here?” I inquired while being tortured.

She giggled a grip before answering my question, “I was working at a bar when Lori [owner, operator] approached me about a business proposition.”

“Sounds like a modern day inciting incident for a Dungeons & Dragons campaign,” I remarked.

She shrugged, “I suppose so!” RIIIIIPPPP. “I told her I knew nothing of waxing, especially exclusively men.”

“And?” I pressed.

“Lori insisted with a business card, and a follow up phone call. Next thing I know I’m waxing men’s balls and more for a living.”

“Say, what type of pain thresholds are there?” I asked.

She smirked, “Two types. Guys are simple, but happy creatures. You either grit-and-gut it out by making jokes to distract you from the pain like you. Or others have no threshold of pain. One strip, and they practically jump off my table, excuse themselves and leave knowing they paid in full.”

“What’s the ratio, Shelby?” I wanted to know!

“Ten to one; guts to gutless,” she laughed. “All done,” she announced after she finished with the area that “the sun don’t shine”.

HM. “That was 20 minutes? Seems lightning quick, Shelby.”

“Yep, hop down,” she instructed. “So? First time thoughts?”

“The areas I thought that would be painful were not, and the areas I thought that wouldn’t hurt, such as my inner thighs and waist area where waistband lands … are on fire,” I responded.

Shelby continued, “Am I scheduling you for 6-weeks from now, right before your cruise, Los?”

“Lemme circle back, because I don’t wanna be that uncomfortable for hours on end with flights when I’m already in tight quarters.”

Shelby frowned, “Yeah, I understand that. Well, you certainly know how to contact us. Good luck, Los. Enjoy Jen when you can.”

“For sure,” I replied. “it’s inevitable.”