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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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I was ten and two
neighborhood boys brought me into a field out in the woods. They tied
my hands up over my head and pulled down their pants. They took turns
touching my vagina but They were so scared and they fumbled about. I
remember being very thrilled and excited but because they were so nervous
it didn't last nearly long enough.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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My
mother never talked to me about my vagina. We only discussed my first
period.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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I
was probaly 11 or 12 and we were just curious because we had begun masturbating
(though we didn't quite admit it to each other) and we discussed the
funny little tickly feelings.
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when I got
my first period...
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It
was a disaster, I bled on my bedsheets and it forced my very uncomfortable
mother to have a talk with me.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I
was 13 and I wanted to show my best friend Patti how I played with myself.
I actually began performing for her and she got so turned on that she
had to put her hands on me. She stroked my nipples and slipped her finger
inside me. It was the most marvelous feeling I can remember.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I would tell her
to love her vagina. It is a wonderful creation. I love everything about
my vagina and I would want her to enjoy all the same experiences that
I have had.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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How
lucky I am to be a woman.
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