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story 131
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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Climbing the rope in
gym class when I was about 7 or 8 years old- I didn't realize it until
much later, but I was climbing the rope with the rope pressed tightly
against my clitoris. This produced the most marvelous sensation- a lightheaded,
overwhelming, delicious feeling so strong that I typically stopped climbing
for a moment to savor it. The gym teacher was very proud of me because
I was always climbing the nearest rope or pole!
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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My mother
once told me how sex occurred. Unfortunately, I confused this talk with
the one she gave me about how people bathe themselves. As a result, I
ended up with the strange notion that people always had sex in the bathtub.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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This took
years. I don't think I talked to other girls about their vaginas until
college. Even then, I think we mainly merely complained about menstruation.
I discovered and experienced the wonders of orgasms on my own, in total
isolation, for many years.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was at
a track meet. I was mortified because I had borrowed a friend's sweat
pants and was afraid I would stain them. It was a cloudy, grey spring
day, much colder than usual. I was angry with the weather because I felt
like it was making an already difficult experience worse. However, at
14, I was relieved to start menstruating because I had all sorts of anxieties
about being a late bloomer.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I was 20
years old. I met a young man and had my first kiss, which felt to me
like some sort of underwater, amphibious experience. As the weeks went
by, we started playing with eachother, slowly. Fortunately, he was tender
and careful, realizing that I had never done any of this before. We went
away for a weekend in a beautiful country town. After a couple cups of
anisette, I decided I wanted to have sex for the first time. It hurt
a little and it was awkward. We laughed. He told me secrets.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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It is a marvelous gift.
It is the most beautiful, sultry, bewitching, miraculous parts of the
human body. It can bring you enormous gooey, wet, warm, deep, delicious
pleasure. You must have a tender handler, though, who understands nuance
and emotion and is willing to make the necessary sacrifices in order
to to see you open, blossum, a marvelous fertile earthquake. Never waste
your time with anyone who doesn't understand how precious and miraculous
your body is; make sure he or she gives it the respect and adoration
it deserves.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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Of how
much I would like to have sex right now- of the warm, wet, wonderful
feeling. Mmmmmm.
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