Sexuality Happens

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

I came across this picture while cleaning out my folders on my computer…it’s about a year and a half old, taken from when Kinsey and I (Kinsey is the all black kitty) were moving cross country from Colorado to Philadelphia. I was in a hotel room with my friend and we were just back from the pool, parading around (quite sober, may I add), as vaginal super heroes (heroines?). I was the Voracious Vulva, and she was Captain Cunt.

I often think that vaginas need super heroes. They don’t get enough ordinary love and protection from the normal human world. No one just swoops in to rescue and save them. They’re out there battling the elements on a daily basis; STIs, bad sex, UTIs (ok, not vagina specific, but still), yeast infections, being pre-orgasmic, being non-orgasmic, being not in the mood, being horny with no action, being actioned without consent, mensuration, etc.

I wish my vagina had a super hero, someone I knew could protect it in time of need. My vaginal super hero would have a cool signal, like the bat signal, but it would be a giant V, that would be flashed from my vagina. Maybe a cool vibrator phone call thingy-majiger.

Outfit wise, my vaginal super hero would wear something boobilicious, but comfy and practical, yet also sexy. And machine washable, with a cotton crotch, because goddess forbid my vaginal superhero get a yeast infection or bacterial vaginosis!

The cape is crucial. I’ve always wanted a cape. I own two cloaks (one short cloak and one 9 yards of velvet 9 yards of satin that took me 8 days to sew for a costuming class in college) and used to have a fleece cloak. I think it’s all in pursuit of getting to getting to wear a cape. My vaginal super hero would have a super cape as well. Obviously.

I am not sure what my personal vaginal super hero’s name would be…suggestions?

Essin’ Em