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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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Being little - Like
8 or 9, and poking around down there. I remember how smooth it was. I
loved the smoothness. I also noticed the sticky white fluid; all of it
fascinated me.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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Not
much. She took me to some girl scout class where they talked to you about
sex, pregnancy, etc. in clinical terms. I guess she was too shy. It wasn't
really mentioned again and I was too shy to ask.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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Never. It
was not something that you talked about. I never really cared to.
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when I got
my first period...
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It was
in the middle of the night. It woke me up. I got up, changed my underwear
and told my mom the next morning. I sobbed and sobbed - I didn't want
to be an adult. My father congratulated me, it was a big deal; I was
mortified.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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When
I was young - my cousin. We would have "sex sessions." It was
nothing. When I got older, I was 19 and I let my best friend (guy) finger
me. That man had the most amazing hands. He would look at me - fascinated
by how he touched and moved me and how big my clitoris was/is.
When we had sex, it hurt - it took forever, but I felt so close to
him. It was over when he came. It's funny, while it was going on I
thought I would never forget that moment. Now the details are fuzzy
and I can't seem to remember anything. That's a shame.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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How precious it is and
to adore it and treat it with respect - as you should with anything that
has immense power.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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of
how I view sex. It's just ass. I wonder when it will be more spiritual
and meaningful. Or if it even should be.
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