Vagina Stories

Personal stories from women to the world related to vaginas.

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Messages from 2013 Sydney Fringe exhibition

The below messages were written at the 101 Vagina Book Exhibition opening night. The exhibition is part of the Sydney Fringe fest 2013.

“I used to be told by society that men fuck women’s bodies.
Now I am wiser and know my cunt is the one fucking them and enveloping their entire cock.
Get fucked :)
Deal with it.
Raw Power.”

“My vagina , the source of my two greatest joys, my two daughters who entered the world through my opening.
Thank you, my vagina, for assisting in my greatest joy x2.”

“I love and hate you.
My medication numbs you and drys you.
And I wonder if anyone will Love you and I for our faults.
I am not a woman, nor a man.
I am just a person, blessed with a slit in my legs and a chemichal imbalance in my brain.
One day
    I hope we’ll both be okay.”

You really scared me when you suddenly started demanding attention.

“You really scared me when you suddenly started demanding attention. You’d throb. Pulse in the night willing & daring me to touch you. My head was horrified. It thought that the nocturnal demands of the fleshy maw were disgusting, shameful, dirty, even sinfuleven though I’d never been to church & had been brought up totally secular. So to satisfy both head & flesh I would reach down and gently rub in circle until the throbbing culminated in the most unfathomably deep release. And then I’d pray to a God I’d never been introduced to for forgiveness of my disgusting weakness.

It took me a long time to become reconciled with the mind, the flesh & the spirit, but now at 31, I’m the happiest & most satisfied than I’ve ever been. God bless! LOL”


Story submitted at the Sydney 101 Vagina exhibition 27-30 June 2013.

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I was thrilled to bring my 3yr old daughter along

“This exhibition is so important to challenge the shame, doubt & insecurity for women in a misogynist culture where the very place of pleasure & bearing of life is treated as the most degrading thing of all!

I was thrilled to bring my 3yr old daughter along, and set her on the path for having pride of her vagina, her self, her future pleasure, her body & it’s life giving abilites, & to make sure she’s empowered!

Just beautiful!

Her joy at seeing all the vaginas was the best example to me to be empowered also, and to step away from that shame & embrace that inner feminine in me!

Thanks for doing this & showing the world our vaginas are to be celebrated! xx”


Story submitted at the Sydney 101 Vagina exhibition 27-30 June 2013.

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Designer Vagina



I’m saving up for a designer vagina
Model 3000 with a bell and a zip
I’m saving up for a designer vagina
Gonna finally be one of the cool kids

Do you love your labia ladies?
Do you love your labia?
Do you love your labia ladies?
They say that it’s true
That every girl could do
With a tidy and a trim
On what the cat dragged in

I’m gonna get me a designer vagina
Ken and Barbie will start returning my calls
I hope they set me up with a real man
With sprayed on jocks and no actual balls

All I’ve got to do is make the appointment
I’ll have to book early to avoid disappointment
I’m really not nervous not even a bit (or-us)
Was I supposed to put in writing that I want to keep my clitoris?

Do you love your labia ladies?
Do you love your labia?
Do you love your labia ladies?
Everybody’s doin it
Don’t want to be different
Labelled as the lopsided, long lipped, labyrinthed freak show that
You are?

I’ve got my legs up in the stainless stirrups
And sir doctor man has got a blue posca (texta/marker) in his hands
It’s like he’s a seamstress, lining up the darts
With correction marks along my private parts

I’m telling you I’m legs up getting all ready
When Doc widens his eyes and holds himself steady
Cos a voice can be heard with wisdom and grace
Although not a word leaves the lips on my face…

It is my labia. Singing.

Don’t cut off your lips to spite your face!
coz love can languish long in lazy symphony
In the soft and warm, passionate embrace
In diversity of colour, length and symmetry (asymmetric is the new black, baby)

You got to love your labia ladies
You got to love your labia
You got to love your labia ladies
The petals of a flower should never be trimmed
Long or short or odd or fat or thin
Or even plain old weird-looking.

All in the details…

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“I have a hard time calling it anything else, but there are many other words for our lady parts…bush, twat, coochie, pussy, hoo hoo, vadge, and even the dreaded one, cunt. We have Oprah to thank for the famous “vahjayjay”. But, to me it will always be “vagina”. I guess because I just don’t see the point in not calling it what it is. I mean I get that there are certain times when we shouldn’t come out and say “vagina”, but come on ladies, why can’t we call it a vagina when we talk to each other? And why in the world can’t we talk in detail about it?!

I have so many friends who amazingly never talk/complain/mention anything about their vaginas. I mean, either their vaginas are perfect specimens or they are just embarrassed to talk about it. I will take a guess and say it is the second one. I get that. It took me years to break down and tell my best friend about all my problems after my son was born. My bestie, Connie, and I talk about everything. From our sex lives, my lack of sex life (after my son was born) and her always overly active sex life (which always pissed me off/made me very jealous). She knows everything about me and vice versa.  We probably know more about each other than our husbands do. (I am lucky to have her in my life.) But she did not know everything I went through with my vagina when my son was born. No one knew. Not my mother or sisters.  My husband didn’t really know. Hell, I barely knew what happened to it!

When I finally broke down and told her my problems with my vagina, she asked me why I didn’t tell her sooner. My answer was, “I guess because we never specifically talked details about our vaginas!”  I never went into deep detail about my vulva, my stitches, my swelling.  I never went into detail about my mediolateral episiotomy.  When I finally did and I described my “frankengina” (what my vagina looked like after two surgeries to repair the damage my doctor did during delivery of my son), she stared at me horror. It was at that moment that I realized that while I talk about a lot of things, while I am not shy and tend to say what is on my mind and not hold back, I had never really given details of what I went through. I never sat down and described (or drawn a picture) of all the hell I went through after my son was born, the hell I still go through with my damn vagina.

It was at this point that I realized that I am probably not the only one who has vagina horror stories.  So ladies…let’s talk about our vaginas…in detail!”

[The above originally appeared on the blog here and is posted with the author’s permission]

Making private parts not so private

“Over the years I have had strong feelings of love and even stronger feelings of hatred for my womanly parts.

With my HPV status, my too many LEEP procedures to count, and my high risk pregnancy with my son, all the hell I went through during the labor and delivery and the surgeries that followed, more LEEP procedures and a deep rooted feeling I would eventually develop enough high grade dysplasia that a hysterectomy would be necessary, I have always thought one thing about my vagina, that it was broken.

Broken like a toy my son would play with. It still worked and functioned close to the way it was intended to, but it was definitely altered, and I want to write about it.

I want to share all of my sadness and my joy. I want to share my anger and my eventual acceptance with other women. I want to get down to the dirty details. To show an un-cut, honest look at my vagina. To invite women into the Gynecologist office, into the labor and delivery room, into my home, my bedroom, and my bathroom. I want them to know the deep dark secrets of my sex life, and stare into the one thing that haunted my relationship with my husband and myself, my vagina.

The reason I want to make my private parts not so “private” was so women would not be alone. So they can have a friend who understand what they go through. I want to be by their side. I want to be the friend that I so badly needed myself.”

Mary Catherine

Mary is the author of a blog about her experiences centred around her vagina which she felt compelled to share after a particulary difficult delivery of her son.

Summer Confest notebook 2012-13

101 Vagina messages from notebook in the Chai tent at summer Confest 2012-13

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Dear Me,

Please don’t abandon me when you’re having sex and don’t put pressure on me with your expectations around orgasms.

Just let me enjoy the moment
and who I’m with.

Your Vagina

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I slowly descended through mother earth’s vagina & was reborn :)

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My Yoni is Yoniliciously full of unconditional love to Nathan xo

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Dear Vagina,

We started off a little rocky, I wanted so bad for you to be perfect and the knowledge of how to wield you. As I grew older I grew into you and we became friends. I stopped putting pressure on you, and you began to work with me. We became one, now you share my heart and soul, and for any imperfections or momentary lapsed of cooperation I wouldn’t change you for the world. Let us go forth, to love and light, to amazing sex and beautiful babies, together.

Love, Mother.

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Dear Vagina and dear Penis,

How are you doing and have you been enjoying yourself? I’ve been thinking that maybe you should exercise a little more every now and then because you will create more pleasure.

P.s. I personally think you are mighty fine.

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Dear Vagina,

Like a glowing lotus, you have planted the seed for my inner goddess. You bring sensitivity, nurturing, strength and empowerment.

As I let go to the full exploration of you and my soul, I find peace.

Thank you for showing the divine light in me, opening me up to the possibilities of connection with the Earth, my feminine energy and being open to receiving/honouring the masculine.

Peace and honour and truth.


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Dear Vagina,

I love you. I hate you.

I love the pleasure, the eruption and how you can bring me closer to nirvana.

I hate you for the spot of bother you can put me through by leading me astray. I think through you and not through my brain. It gets me in trouble sometimes.

I hope that with patience and time I can learn to only love you and love myself.

Be true to yourself.

Much love,
Jess. xoxo

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