haha, ew. This reminds me of a 'strippercise' instruction to imagine a light shining out of your (insert cutesy nickname for vulva here), and then to draw a figure eight on the floor with the imagined light. Effective, but disturbing visual.
That visual is pretty funny. Did you do strippercise?
*blushes* I took a class, while living in my home town. There were two women six years younger than me and four at least fifteen years senior. It was a total riot.
It sounds hilarious. I was one of those people who absorbed all the repressed parts of an increasingly lapsed Catholic background. I wish I could read a book so my next boyfriend wouldn't have to be victimized. Have I told you that you know everything and I think you're really sexy?
Hah. Not in so many words, friend, but thanks.As for books, I'd recommend Cunt by Inga Muscio - probably the first book to really shake me out of my then general discomfort surrounding my body and my sexuality. It didn't teach me how not to be crazy but it did help me feel a lot less guilty about being a woman.(I just picked it up off the shelf to lend it to you and started reading it again. If you haven't read it, or can't find it for yourself, I'll pass it along when I'm finished)
ok, when you're finished please do be in touch and we'll go have tea or croissants for the book exchange. I am already scared by the title, it will be good!
Tea AND croissants! Soon :)
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