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story 190
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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when i was 9 years old,
my older step-brother saw me coming out of the shower. he mentioned that
it had no hair on it yet.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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my
mother was a born again christian, she told me that it was dirty and
that i should never touch it.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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in 6th grade
my best friend and i played with each other, i remember feeling like
i was doing something bad but my friend assured me that it was ok. after
that we did it all the time
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when I got
my first period...
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i was
scared as hell, my mom refused to even talk about it and told me that
anything from "down there" was dirty. i thought that god was
punishing me, but it didnt hurt. i was very confused
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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6th
grade with my best friend Missy.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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that it is a beautiful,
wonderful thing that you should take care of, and make sure she knows
everything about it before someone tells her the wrong thing.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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that
i am glad i moved away from my fundamentalist mom, and that i need to
get my boyfriend over here now, very horney.
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