My Netherlands

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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.

Comments

[a2zmom.livejournal.com]

I love your sexy brain.

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.)

[marenfic.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately there are. Lots and lots and lots of them. Most women I see for sex therapy don't know what their vaginas look like.

[lynnenne]

That's... incredibly sad.

[a2zmom.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I agree.

I wish women weren't ashamed of their vaginas.

[marenfic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is. But it can be an amazing therapeutic experience to have people come back and be all excited that they did it.

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.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

But it can be an amazing therapeutic experience to have people come back and be all excited that they did it.

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.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

Me me me! I never have.

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.

[southernbangel.livejournal.com]

I remember going to see Fried Green Tomatoes with my mom, my aunts and my grandmother (the most religious woman I have ever known. Seriously. It's like Mother Theresa and then my grandmother. She didn't talk about sex. Ever.). Well, there's that scene when Kathy Bates is with her women's group and they take mirrors and examine their vaginas. I thought I was going to faint and I thought my aunts were going to strangle my mom (it was her idea to see the movie).

I embrace my vagina. I, however, did not ever want to embrace my vagina in front of my saintly grandmother.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

I never saw Fried Green Tomatoes. Now I want to.

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.