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story 145
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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Looking at it in
the bath tub as a small child.... I didn't really find any sexual use
for it until I moved away from home and became sexually liberated.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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Not
to have sex until I was married and not to touch the wee wee in public.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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Um,
hmm. I don't remember extensive discussion on the vagina. I do remember
we once had a huge discussion about pubic hair sprouting when I was in
6th grade at recess.
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when I got
my first period...
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Ewe-
sixth grade- I was 12- It was Christmas Eve. It is the gift that keeps
on giving.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I
was bi-curious, or maybe just really really mad at boys. I had a girlfriend
that I shared my vagina with for the first time. She really didn't know
what to do with it sadly.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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It isn't a bad
organ. You can touch it if you want in your own time, just not in public
or in front of folks. And I would hope that I could make my daughter
feel safe and comfortable with who she is and her sexuality.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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Why
Christmas Eve night? What brutal irony!!
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