My vagina and I get along most of the time. We know our routines, the things each of us like (orgasms and panty-free nights) and the things we don’t (periods and hard fingering meant to be pleasure inducing) but occasionally one of us fails each other.
“There’s an annoying song that’s only playing all the way through all day long on some days. Others, I can barely hear the chorus, and others I can’t hear it all. But every day, I know that that song will be there again one day, maybe even tomorrow, maybe even later that same day. And I hate this song.”
Let’s get down to business. The business of getting down to business with an itchy vag.
It’s gonna get really real in here.
In spite of the number of people who use menstrual hygiene products, researchers in the United States aren’t doing very much to look into the safety of our products.
Sometimes a peach is not really a peach.
“8. Anything to do with clams, really.”
“4. Beaver cake.”
For better or for worse, “pussy” is on the tip of everyone’s tongue — is its magical naughtiness about to be sacrificed in the name of reclaiming?
Your vulva asked me to write this.
No actually, you really really really shouldn’t.
