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Well, you see, the sky was so blue today and everything was so green and fragrant I just had to be a part of it. And the Untersberg kept leading me higher and higher until I wanted to go right through the clouds with it...
. . .which shall be private no more.
I love my vagina. I love how pretty it is, how mysterious it is, how metaphoric it can be. I love how my room-mate once went on a geology field trip to these drippy caves and the pictures she took reminded me of wombs and Mother Earth and clitoris. I love my clitoris. I love my pubic hair. I love my parts that I forget the names of, because sometimes I like the words "pussy lips" better, even though they're kind of lame. I love the word pussy. I love the word cunt. I love how many words there are for my vagina. I love other women's vaginas, too. I love how they're different colors and different parts have different sizes and different women have different thoughts about theirs.
I especially love how I can just love my vagina, and end it there. I love how I don't have to defend my love for it, or justify it, or express it, or think about it, because my vagina will always be there for me to love, unless a Mack truck runs over my lower half and I have to get my hips cut off. I love how big words and academic discussion and other weird stuff confuses and makes my brain all hurty, but not my vagina. My vagina is very straightforward and unequivocal about what it is and what it wants, and that's why I love it.
Mostly I just love it because it's mine, and no one can ever take that away. Unless, again: Mack truck.
Because there's not enough mindless squeeing going on in them there parts, and we've been having very fine weather.
. . .which shall be private no more.
I love my vagina. I love how pretty it is, how mysterious it is, how metaphoric it can be. I love how my room-mate once went on a geology field trip to these drippy caves and the pictures she took reminded me of wombs and Mother Earth and clitoris. I love my clitoris. I love my pubic hair. I love my parts that I forget the names of, because sometimes I like the words "pussy lips" better, even though they're kind of lame. I love the word pussy. I love the word cunt. I love how many words there are for my vagina. I love other women's vaginas, too. I love how they're different colors and different parts have different sizes and different women have different thoughts about theirs.
I especially love how I can just love my vagina, and end it there. I love how I don't have to defend my love for it, or justify it, or express it, or think about it, because my vagina will always be there for me to love, unless a Mack truck runs over my lower half and I have to get my hips cut off. I love how big words and academic discussion and other weird stuff confuses and makes my brain all hurty, but not my vagina. My vagina is very straightforward and unequivocal about what it is and what it wants, and that's why I love it.
Mostly I just love it because it's mine, and no one can ever take that away. Unless, again: Mack truck.
Because there's not enough mindless squeeing going on in them there parts, and we've been having very fine weather.
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Maria Von Trapp loved her vagina.
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Rock on.
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Eh? Do I want to know?
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Count me in.
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And your sexy naughty bits.
(I wonder if there exists a female who hasn't taken a compact mirror and used it to get a good look at herself.)
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I wish women weren't ashamed of their vaginas.
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The majority of college women in my sexuality classes also have never taken a mirror to check out the goods from a different angle. Very sad.
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That? Would make my day.
My mother is an art teacher. She loves it most when kids come to her and say, "I never knew I could create something like this. I never knew I had this in me."
Same thing. 'Cept, most girls know they have one. They just don't know how great it is.
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I always use the floor length mirror in the bathroom if I want to get a good look. Okay, so the angle is weird. There being a shortage of compact mirrors in my possession.
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I embrace my vagina. I, however, did not ever want to embrace my vagina in front of my saintly grandmother.
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I can understand not wanting to embrace your vagina in front of your saintly grandmother, but I hope your saintly grandmother embraces her own vagina. I hope Saint Theresa embraced her vagina, or else my opinion of her goes way down.
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Hee! Vaginas are smart, yo.
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One of the best couple hours of. My. Life. Ever.
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It was an annual phenomenon at Wellesley. I was on the production team one year. I wanted badly to perform, but I was too busy directing another play.
Aw, now you've made me want to rent the video. And possibly clamber up on my minuscule bathroom counter and turn upside-down in front of the medicine cabinet mirror (the only one in the house).
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lol.
It was annual at Rice, too. After I saw it, I really wanted to perform in it also--especially if I got to do the one about sounds women make when they orgasm--but. Well, other stuff got in the way. What did you direct?!
And--there's a video?!? Because man oh man, do I want to sit down and watch it with my dad. And brothers. And poker buddies.
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Christopher Fry's The Lady's Not For Burning.
And--there's a video?!?
Eve Ensler's performance plus interviews with her and other women.
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Chica! You ain't seen nothin' yet!
I must be wierd too because it made me want to go get my compact out of my purse!!! *blushes*
It's not weird. At least, it's not weird to me, and imo, it shouldn't be weird. I believe women should want to look at and explore their bodies, and that it shouldn't be embarrassing for them. That's how I think, anyway.
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<3 Disney.
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Hell....I'm leaving it... sounds okay to me.....
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You did. And it's true. Women connecting with their vaginas is a beautiful, wonderful thing.
For one thing, it leaves a whole helluva lot of us less horny.
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Because it sounded intelligent and mathematical in my head.
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I am still- to this day- not completely comfortable with my body. I think it's because I grew up in a "traditional" (read- more conservative) household. Neither one of my parents ever had a "sex talk" with my sisters or myself. What I learned about my body was from bits and pieces from school health classes and from friends. I was sooooo naive in high school, it's not even funny. In college I wasn't much better. My roommates all liked to say that they corrupted me slowly. =) In fact, my roommate from sophomore year asked me where the clitoris was, and I had no idea. So yeah.
I think part of it my naivete was being raised as a Christian (which I still am, but anyway). I was taught that sex before marriage was immoral- and that anything having to do with sex was impure. It was only later (much later, even after college) that I realized- sex during marriage is considered so holy and pure and loving. So how can sex go from abominable to perfect?
So, I've become more comfortable with myself and my body, but it's taken a long time, and I'm still not there all the way- even as I'm nearing the age of 25. And it's in part thanks to fanfiction and Live Journal- as strange as that sounds- for helping me feel okay with myself and my sexuality.
So, thank you, fandom, for helping me to love myself. =)
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My parents were a weird mixture of being really open but also strangely conservative. I think because of the way they were raised, they were uncomfortable with talking about sex, but they didn't want me to be that way. So they told me all about it and about my body when I was only about 3-5--but then once I knew what everything was they talked about it very little, and only referenced it as something that shouldn't be talked about aloud. My mom also told me sex was really beautiful and healthy and felt good, but that it's really wrong to have it with someone you're not married to or don't love.
I think it's alright if people feel that way but that they should be allowed to make that decision themselves, without their parents influencing their decisions.
But anyway, yeah. I think the most important thing is being able to talk. So I'm glad you did here.
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But you know, it is funny, because I feel safe on LJ- I feel like I can talk about anything to any of my "friends." I would never say stuff like this in RL... well I did talk about it to my BFF over e-mail one time, but that's it. Yeah.
So, thanks for listening. And thanks for your encouragement. =)