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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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wishing I had a penis
like my brother (I made a song sbout wanting a willy and how I'd "wheel
it my trike" and "kiss it goodnight" and "I'd love
it") Freud would sure have something to say about that!
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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To stop
itching it in public! I was once an angel in the nativity play and spent
most of the time with my hand down my tights between my legs.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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I was quite
young and I would stand on the table and shout "fanny flaps" because
I'd just come up with the name. Nowadays, we only ever talk about it
when it goes wrong, ie thrush.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was off
ot the beach. i was really embarrassed. I never told my mum, I don't
understand why because we talk intimately now. I think I thought I had
to stay her little girl.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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Was in
the middle of a maze at night-time, but he got as far as the hair and
got scared. I progressed slowly through the stages in various parks and
beaches before the big time in my boyfriend's bedroom at 16.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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That it is her most
precious gift and it is hers and hers alone, she can share it if she
wants to and it will bring her a lot of joy
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this conversation
makes me think...
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I was a
really quite rude little girl!
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