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I don’t exactly wake up in the morning, jump out of bed and fist pump because I have a totally sweet vadge. Although I have finally arrived at a place where I truly love, accept and celebrate my vagina. I don’t mind my weeny little labia or clit. I don’t obsess that I look different anymore. Once you realise there is no ‘different’ you can be free to fully enjoy all that you have without an inner dialogue of anxiety or shame. I think what I have is just lovely. Sex, self pleasure, child birth, orgasms and peeing are all pretty awesome things. I’m thrilled my ladyparts can accomodate all these wonderful activities.
I sincerely hope more and more women realise they are blessed and brilliant just as they are.
The above piece of writing is what will accompany the image that I shot for a very special project this evening:101 Vagina
The blog or story sharing space of the site, is very, very special… I have been reading the submissions over the past couple of days and I am struck by the honesty of the stories and the feeling of a shared experience. These are all women I don’t know, but we have all battled body shame about the most amazing and beautiful parts of our bodies.
I encourage anyone interested in contributing an image or their story (or both!) to contact Philip, the creator of this project and to get involved. We had a brilliant discussion this evening about vagina-shame, body-shame, media, porn and all kinds of other wonderful and interesting things.
He is especially trying to capture some more images of older women or women of different ethnicities, to give the project balance and to try to give a broad picture of the vagina spectrum.
Hooray for vaginas!
Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, it’s almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer’s gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burned gold into our hair
At night, we swam the Laughing sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
Where will we be
Where will we be
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burned gold into our hair
At night, we swam the Laughing sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
We had some good times
But they’re gone
The winter’s comin’ on
Summer’s almost gone
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Huzzah! I am so happy!
*dances*
I was reading something online (I’ve stupidly forgotten where, what a genius!) and a somewhat off the cuff comment was made that you can’t be a beautiful, feminine Goddess and a filthy, submissive whore. One negates the other.
My immediate reaction was, why not?
I consider myself both and a hell of a lot of other things as well as those. Why does enjoyment of submissive sex exempt you from being able to feel like/be a Goddess? When I think of the characteristics I consider Goddess-like, the ability to trust and to be vulnerable are high on the list. I associate feeling like a Goddess with powerful, feminine energy. Does that mean when I want to be spanked and held down that I instantly become powerless or unfeminine? I find it’s quite the opposite really…
My underlying issue with the entire concept is that it pidgeon holes women based solely on a sex-act. Aside from anything else I significantly doubt anyone has the same kind of sex consistantly and why are we defining anyone by the way they like to fuck?
Why does female sexuality have to be broken down into an easily swallowed, 2 dimensional box? Not to mention once you’re in a certain ‘box’ you had damn well better stay put. There will be NO multifaceted or evolving sexual growth here, make your choices and make them well.
Do these notions exist because it’s easier to understand? Or is it because people are really that ignorant?
I honestly do not know, but it really, really bothers me.
Twitter.
I find it somewhat confusing to use but I am assured it’s all the rage… I get the feeling I speak about twitter the way my mum does about gmail. Hmmmmm.
Anywho, I’m sure I’ll work it out, follow me here: MySexyBrains