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:https://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
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,
“I was in a Moroccan baths with my Australian girlfriends. We were very excited to take part in this experience, but also a little hesitant. It would mean we would see each other fully naked! Australian girls are really not that comfortable in changing in front of each other and will do all that it takes to make sure we don’t expose our body parts to one another, let alone hang out with no clothes on! Generally I am ok with my body. This comes down to spending a lot of time in Scandinavia and being very familiar with the Finnish saunas. It is considered very strange to wear anything in a Finnish sauna so of course when I go to Finland; I take a sauna the Finnish way and go fully naked. So being around my Scandinavian friends naked is no problem, but my Australian girlfriends? Well that’s another story.
Anyway, to take part in the Moroccan bathing experience, we wanted to be culturally respectful and of course take our clothes off as this is what is expected. We all awkwardly removed our clothes and walked in a very stiff manner, avoiding eye contact and giggling quite nervously. After some time, we all relaxed and went back to our comfortable selves. At the end of the experience when we were lying around having a drink, the conversation came up on how we felt about the experience. We all agreed that Australian females are uncomfortable around one another naked and the whole idea is really quite ridiculous as obviously we weren’t going to perv at one another. My friend even went to the extreme of commenting on my vagina! She told me she liked the look of my vagina and that she thought it was ‘cute’. Wow, that was breaking all walls! It felt great that we had broken down the barriers; however it was only for that experience. Afterwards we all went back to avoiding exposing ourselves if we had to change in front of one another!”