Vagina Vagina Vagina
read about the event that started it all here at Debra’s Blog.
Why am I sticking up for the genital that’s getting the short end of the free speech stick in a New York school?
Because the Vagina is a big, menacing, scary, beast that needs to be put in her place; at the top of the world, baby.
The Vagina is the most amazing organ ever and is proof God loves the owner of the Vagina, best.
Did you know that the visible clitoris is literally the tip of the ice burg? Below that little nubby button of delight is a forest on interconnecting nerve endings and connections spanning an area as large as mid torso to upper thigh? If stroked just right……and somewhere inside the great beast of silky flesh and warm fur is a sensitive spot called G.
It is no wonder entire devotional practices have sprung up around the practice of Vaginal pleasure. The Kama Sutra, Tantric Yoga, The Exercise Bike.
Rumor has it the reason G. is so hard for the inexperienced lover of the Vagina to find, is because it wasn’t made for you. It was made for childbirth.
And now we’re coming close to why I know, God loves us best. 
In order to go forth and multiply, there had to be something in it for the woman. One toss around the mammoth den and nine months later, her belly is splitting open without benefit of midwifery, doctoring, or even (gulp) drugs.
It is the clitoris’s job to overcome the woman’s memory of birth and logic in order to accommodate a second tumble in the prehistoric hay.
But it is up to G. to make bearing the burden possible.
by studying the particular areawhere the G is allegedly located, about three inches in and back it is rather inconveniently placed for sexual contact.
It is however perfectly placed to be activated as an infants head bears down on its way through the birth canal. It has been suggested by Leonard Shlain of Sex, Time and Power: How Women’s Sexuality Shaped Human Evolution, that the intense pleasure caused by this type of pressure on the spot is a perfect balance to the excruciating pain of childbirth thus creating the kind of pain you immediately forget.
Wow-Man!
VAGINA!
Amen sista!
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little vagina! I mean, I don’t want one but you know…..
The part the puzzles me was the arbitrary “there are children around” idea – at what age are children “allowed” to learn the anatomically appropriate words – I mean, we have no problem saying, “Jane, stop sticking those monopoly houses up your….nose.” So, why does a child have to know a vagina as a “woo hoo” or what other silly name one invents. Of course, my father being a sort of non-people person biological scientist taught us all the “correct” terms anyway, which got me a lot of odd looks in first grade when I raised my hand and asked to “urinate” (Teacher gives me shocked and odd look), “Did I say that wrong?” I ask. “Uhhhhhh……no, not exactly.” I remember at recess kids would have me say “bowel movement” and break into peals of laughter over and over again. All I could think of was, “What else was there to call it?” Oops, a little comment drift on that one.
Hi Slick, I know what you mean
Thanks for sayin’!
Hi Elizabeth, I was like that too. Almost got kicked out of nursery school for describing the difference between the vagina and the penis! Had a family copy of My Body Myself and thought it was just the coolest thing ever! Of course I also thought poop and snot was pretty cool back then too, “Wow ma look what I can make!”
The funny thing is schools censor the word “vagina” yet teach kids in school how to put condoms on bananas.
When my youngest son slipped out–at a whopping 9lbs 8oz!–I declared through my panting and pushing: “Oh God that felt so GOOOOOD”!!!
Spontaneous birth orgasm! Woo-hoo!
That’s Awesome!
Check this out a documentary on orgasmic births, you’re not alone!
Also this was a great read as well