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story 167
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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About four years old.
Touching it in the bath and wondering if it would get filled up with
water.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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Never let
a man touch you "down there".
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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We really
didn't talk about our vaginas. We explored our clitoris and learned how
to masturbate by rubbing it with a finger.
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when I got
my first period...
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I felt embarrassed
because my mother talked to me about menstruation and it felt "yucky" to
be hearing it from her.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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It surprised
me that he would want to go inside the hole. I got my pleasure from the
clitoris. I was in for an awakening.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I don't have a daughter
but I would tell her it is special, unique, her delicate pot of honey.
Don't be ashamed of it. It's alright to touch and it's okay to feel the
great feelings.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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I want
to masturbate.
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