There I was, sitting in the waiting room of my community hospital trying to read Papillion. I say trying because I was very distracted. It was my last week of term, I was, as I made clear in my last post, absolutely pooped. But more distracting than any of the assignments, deadlines and very real desire to…
Continue reading ➞ “While you’re unconscious…” | Pleasure Moans #2
For whatever reason, the area between my legs has always been a place of curiosity for me, perhaps not helped by my discovery of the vagina-brain connection theory discussed in Naomi Wolf's Vagina. Recently, and with help from my psychosexual counsellor, I've realised that this 'curiosity' might have meant I always had a certain 'vulnerability'…
Continue reading ➞ Down a different rabbit hole… #Periodically 30
There were a couple of requests after I ominously ended Periodically 2 with 'a story for another day' in reference to my visit to the gynaecologist. Well folks, today is that day! I have discussed certain aspects of those conversations in Periodically 4, but let's get right into the nitty gritty, shall we? Oh wait,…
Continue reading ➞ Why didn’t the gynae look at my vagina? #Periodically 6
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