“Vagina, vajayjay, punani, fanny, cunt, twat, Hairy Mary, yoni, pussy, kitty, muff, beaver, box, honey pot, coochie, muff ………………….
The list goes on.
Vaginas are like noses and hands, they all look so completely different and are 100% EXCEPTIONAL.
Like with anything: it’d be pretty boring if there were no variety. It’s like Kinder Surprise: you never know what toy you’re going to get.
They vary as much as penises and bananas which can be wide, thin, long, short, left or right leaning, up turning, down turning.
They come in all shapes and sizes. From my experience I can tell you no two look the same. Dark pubes, light pubes, tight and curly, coarse, fine, wavy, a neat triangle, an absolute amazon, or none, or just a landing strip. The lips: like shades of red/pink/brown lipstick: a spectrum of colours. Some are big, some small, some hidden, some hanging out. Some are tangy, sweet, wide, loose. Seriously it’s a real bag of mixed lollies: clitoris allsorts!
That still doesn’t stop us feeling like ours is completely different to every other one and having feelings of insecurity. But it’s no different to any other body part, some people think they have strange looking legs, or feet or hands. There’s no such thing as ‘normal’
I had a partner who always took the piss out of my rather large labia and I didn’t sleep with anyone else for about 5 years after that.!!!! I can’t believe I did that, what a waste!
I’ve learned that it really doesn’t matter what yours looks like because whoever sees it will have seen X amount that look completely different.
Your vagina is GREAT it’s like no one else’s: it’s got character (mine looks like a turkey), it’s your friend. Despite bleeding every 3 – 5 weeks, being itchy at times and having a mind of its own (that can get you in sticky situations) it’s your best friend. Think of all the FANTASTIC times you share.
To me every vagina is amazing, individual, fun, warm, and great to look at, touch, taste and smell.
Thank you for giving us this opportunity to put ours on display and celebrate them for all their UNIQUENESS.
Love, embrace and share your beautiful flowers.”
Dear Supporters of 101 Vagina :)
Wow ! Half way !
I’m almost a little sad that it’s going so quick because I’m loving every aspect and every moment of this project. Loving all the amazing support from all the amazing women involved.
Loving talking about vaginas in public places, since that is almost all people seem to talk to me about these days :) And loving reports of the conversations the project is triggering in the wider community.
Loving the heartfelt sharing of intimate vagina stories, whether privately in conversation or publicly through the blog. Loving that they are touching and moving people.
In these regards the project is already fulfilling it’s purpose, long before the book is finished, let alone published. Slowly lifting the taboo and spreading vagina love as far and wide as possible!
The lack of love that vaginas receive (in mainstream society) has become so ingrained, so endemic, that people don’t even seem to notice, because nobody wants to look at the issue. This is what a taboo is. It’s just become unquestioned “reality”. So much so that many people take offence and/or feel confronted by this most sacred part of human experience. Taboos lead to distortion and exploitation.
This is the veil that the project seeks to lift, and by all accounts is already lifting.
And it’s your love that’s lifting it ! So, keep pumping out the love :)
One way you can do that is to get a vagina story to me for the blog. I know there are a few of you out there who have written some things and are sitting on them ;)
Send it in, get it out there and share the love !
Have a look here for some inspiration:http://www.101vagina.com/blog/
Thank you, thank you, thank you :)
“When I reached puberty I always thought my vagina was ‘normal’. This was however until my older sister saw me naked me one day and proceeded to tell me that I was ‘abnormal’, since my labia protruded from my vagina. In view of this my whole outlook of my body changed. From that day on I felt ugly. Although I have taken steps to talk to my body whilst looking at my vagina and tell myself I am beautiful, I continue to struggle with wholy loving and accepting that I am indeed not aesthetically ugly but beautiful. Iam 42 years old. This is my biggest challenge in life. I have a divinely beautiful life however if I am honest to myself it continues to have an impact on me in different ways than being sexually abused as a child/adult has. Thank you for allowing an avenue to express my hang up! :)
Great idea! :)
I would love to be involved, both by being photographed & by writing a short piece or paragraph.
It took me many years to feel comfortable with my vagina – to even look at it, properly, in a mirror. I used to think it was vulgar & something taboo, to be hidden & ashamed of. Much of that was to do with my early childhood sexual experiences – against my will.
I now think it is beautiful – a work of art :) MUCH healing has taken place for me over the years. I am 37 this year. It has only been approx 5yrs since I became more aware & proud of & in touch with my sexuality, and sexual organs.
What an amazing & empowering experience!
I highly commend you, for this magnificent idea! Women all over, even without any experience of sexual misconduct, are often shameful & afraid of their luscious womanly ‘parts’.
Such a book will bring awareness, self confidence – and probably a giggle :) to women – and men alike.
I am in!! :D
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Good on you for such a remarkable idea! I am already trying to think of how I can have such a wonderful book in my house without my step children finding it. Or how I can get down to Melbourne, from Brisbane, so that I can participate. Although, I am a little disappointed that you are only taking a front on view, because I’ve always found puss’s to be the most beautiful flower when they are opened up and there is so much detail and difference when you can see the whole thing. I also understand that you would probably get much less participation if that was the prerequisite. So, fair play. Also, I guess, it might be seen as a wank book if you showed open flowers. I digress.
As I really couldn’t get down to Melbourne until September, I might try to write something worth showing.
Bravo to you – I wish you good luck in all that you endeavour,
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