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story 173
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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when i was about seven
years i would wake up early in the morning and take a peek at it. sometimes
i would open it up and look at it and wonder what this ugly little thing
was doing on my body.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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othing
much, sexual conversations were absent in my home. i onlt learned of
my menustration.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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we talked
about our periods, no one had started having sex at that time.
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when I got
my first period...
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i was about
11 years old. i was on the school bus being real mean for no real reason
to this boy in my class, i wanted to kick his but that day. when i got
home to urinate i discovered that i had my period.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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i had
no idea of what i was doing. he was cute. we walked and talked one day,
we found ourselves in the woods kissing. he sat down on a wooden sump
and he pulled out this tall thing that was a penis, but i wasn't smart
enough to know what one looked like. i sat on it facing hi and i began
to bounce up and down real hard and fast. it was soon over and i was
in pain. the end
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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keep it to yourself
until yourr married.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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it
makes me want to start my life all over again and remain a virgin until
marriage
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