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story 189
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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rubbing teddy bears
against my panties
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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nothing
that I can remember.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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We talked
about pubic hairs and drew pictures of ourselves to compare. Then we
talked about tingly feelings we got when we touched down there.
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when I got
my first period...
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I cried,
I was so pissed off. I thought it would bleed continuously for the rest
of my life so that freaked me out.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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Truth-or-dare
in a friend's bedroom. She had a playboy and we started investigating
eachother. She wanted me to get naked, but I wouldn't.
I always thought I wouldn't have sex until I was married. I grew up thinking
it was off to hell for me if I had pre-marital sex. After a year with my
boyfriend, we did it in my bed. I don't regret it.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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When my 4 year-old neice
touches herself, I tell her to stop. I guess I would do that with my
own child. But when my child got older, I would be very supportive in
buying her birth control if she needs it. I would rather have a safe
daughter than a pregnant at 16 daughter.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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hard
about my sexual choices.
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