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story 191
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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How nice it felt to
have the spray of water from the shower head pulsating down there. Never
knew why until later.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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Absolutely
nothing, actually. School was my educator, I'm afraid.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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I never
talked about my vagina with any of my friends. Never talked about ANY
such things, actually, other than talks of periods, but even THAT is
beyond my recollection.
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when I got
my first period...
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Probably
12 or 13, and I felt sooo dirty when I saw the brown spot on my underwear.
And I felt even worse from that that pad that felt like a diaper to me.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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It
has not yet happened. Not in a masturbation way, not in an oral way,
or the like. Excluding medical checkups or whatever, I'm the only one
with access down there. Still a virgin at 22.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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That she should protect
it...that she ought to not let anyone touch or see it, not because it's
dirty, but because it's something very special that belongs to her and
only her. If she doesn't take care of it, someone might try to steal
it from her like her favorite toy.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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I'm
valuable and yet priceless at the same time.
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