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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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When I was in preschool
I'd play "doctor" with myself under a table and hit my clit
with the thing you're supposed to check the knee's reflexes with. It
felt super!
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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To
stop touching myself!
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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We
were too shy and never discussed this sort of thing.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was
13. I was really moody around then so I kind of had a clue that it might
be that time, but I wasn't sure. Luckily on that day I was wearing some
dark denim...
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I
was 15 and my boyfriend was touching my thighs when all of a sudden he
started to explore under my skirt! I was so surprised by this because
he didn't seem like the naughty type. I kind of pretended that I wasn't
shocked by this because I wanted him to keep going!
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I'd make sure that
she knows the basics about hygiene and the "birds and the bees," and
I'd tell her that masturbation is perfectly normal.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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I
want my bf to come play with me...
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