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Vagina Monologue.

My vagina is pretty. 
She is definitely pretty in the conventional neat, everything tucked in kinda way.
Or maybe not.
Maybe Vagina's are supposed to have big lips.
Or maybe they're supposed to have curly thick hair.
Or nothing at all.
But my vagina is a small girl.
Uncomfortably small.
She hates tampons,
she hates pads.
she hates anything scented.
She really hates thongs.
She particularly likes cotton.
Doesn't mind lace.
But God she hates thongs.
My vagina is sassy.
Confrontational.
She holds grudges.
Throws tantrums.
Refuses friends.
Picky.
Sometimes she says no.
Violently.
Just No.
No thanks.
Not today.
Not later either.
Or tomorrow.
Just No.




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