That was the year I walked alone, that I suffered ridicule, ostracisation and emotional abuse from my classmates. That year I cried night after night.
My Vagina Smells Like Life
Take my daughter’s education. We have a coffee table book of the artwork Great Wall of Vagina showcasing over four hundred different vaginas.
“Sex tape” ~ A Squandered Opportunity To Improve Our Shame Based Culture
I was also really pleased to see Jason Segel’s hairy-cracked ass on the big screen and to hear his best friend complimenting him on his dick.
The Cunt Crusades
Don’t take cunt as a personal insult, because it says far more about the person saying it than the person receiving it. What it says is that the person saying it cannot disassociate the word cunt from something shameful.
The Shame of Premature Ejaculation
I want to shout out to all those who have been brainwashed by the media and who expect hours of pounding that sex is delicious, fruitful and altogether more frothy when you don’t count the minutes.
Jezebel | My Vagina Smells Like Shame
For most of us growing up in this culture our response to vagina, it’s shape, colour and smell, is SHAME. My mother made sure of that.
Fighting Yeast Infections (& Other Interesting Conversations with your 3 year old)
Yeast infections look quite pretty. From this angle. Yeast infections look quite pretty. From this angle. There are some discussions I didn’t expect to be having with my daughter. Not now (when she’s three). And actually not ever (before I became a feminist). “What’s that a picture of Mummy?” said my daughter looking at my Google search results. I resisted … Read More
Popping The Cherry (Am I a Real Woman Now?)
The rest of my holiday was spent in jaded, bitter, satisfaction. I’d done it. I knew about life. I was a real woman.
The Vagina Times
In my old world you do not talk about it, you do not think about it and you certainly do not look at it (unless you are a yoga goddess).
The Vagina Dialogues
Even now, I am only at the beginning of my journey. How can I love myself if I can’t even speak about one of the most important parts of my body?
When Giving Birth Gives you PTSD
Pethidine locked me away in my own pain prison far away from the delivery room. I rocked myself moaning quietly in the foetal position whilst blue shadows flitted across the room ignoring me, now I was ‘manageable’ and in an altered state of reality.