Do you fucking mind us?!

Hymen renamed:

The new term in English is vaginal corona.

Hysterectomy is a euphemistic term that describes the amputation of the uterus, cervix, fallopian tubes and ovaries. These are often described as the internal reproductive organs of a woman. As far as medicine is concerned, these organs are geared towards getting the woman pregnant and bringing a baby to term; you don’t need a vagina to give birth to a baby. Once a woman has done this procedure, usually twice in her reproductive life span, the uterus and cervix are considered by many to be useless.(…)
The uterus, cervix, fallopian tubes and ovaries are sex organs. They contract during an orgasm providing powerful waves of pleasure. I should know. My perfectly healthy sex organs were amputated, and now I have an orgasm only to maintain pelvic health and it is dreaded.
For me, an orgasm is no longer an expression of blissful pleasure, either shared or not. Instead my vaginal cuff contracts weakly, and I’m physically reminded of what is missing. There is no climax as such, but an abrupt deflation of the build up of pleasurable feelings which used to explode into a glorious burst of ecstasy.

And it must be treated, because what good is a vagina that can’t be penetrated? No good! In fact, there appears to be, in the vaginismus community, universal consensus that the condition’s interference with sexual intercourse, even when the sufferer can easily achieve orgasm via non-penetrative means, is a real homewrecker. (…)
The doctor and his experimental vaginal injections to pry her open, the boyfriend who fucks her even though she’s in pain. It blows my mind that men routinely hurt women in what is supposedly an act of love, and that women routinely endure pain and discomfort in order to fulfill their destiny as toilets, but fuckin A, you just can’t fight that cultural conditioning.

It would make more sense to just inject male parts with botox, render them “relaxed,” and fix the whole problem.

Amanda Redman’s scars

With Great Cleavage Comes Great Responsibility:

The man who is horrified at a woman’s “overly exposed” breasts will likely never have to worry about wearing one shirt—one shirt out of a lifetime of shirts—that happens to accidentally set off some random person’s slut meter, because of the way his body just is. And because my breasts are smaller, less visible, less imposing than other women’s breasts—because there’s less boob there—I can feel free to wear the more revealing top without attracting claims of public obscenity. It seems that some women’s bodies are just naturally sluttier than other women’s bodies—and all women’s bodies are naturally sluttier than men’s bodies.