Friday, March 27, 2009

Vulvodynia Turns People into Prudes

Thank god I'm not a prude.  I don't know how the hell I'd cope.

I might not even have a diagnosis.

And then there are the boys.  It's like the Big Lebowski.  Maude: "My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal, which bothers some men.  The word itself makes some men uncomfortable.  Vagina."  They'll chase you with waggling tongues into bed, perfectly aware of why, but the monkey doesn't exist in other contexts as far as they're concerned.

I know that's why few of my guy friends read my blog, and why almost all my commenters are other v-girls.  PRUDES!

Back from spring break, my advisor told me how he busted his knee skiing in Colorado.  Came out of his mouth like a sneeze.  Why can't we have that?

I so appreciate the people who will discuss it with me.  It's not always the people you'd think.  In fact, as far as the guys go, it's ALWAYS the people you'd never expect.

So thanks, guys, and gals.


  1. Nice work with The Big Lebowski quote. ;)

  2. Thanks!

    Reading it back, I just want to make clear that I in no way blame undiagnosed prudish vvders for their situation. I blame our prude society.

  3. I've been thinking about this lately too. I got Implanon yesterday and had this huge bandage on my arm. When people asked I'd make something up. I started with "an injection," then "complications while giving blood," then "mauled by the Collegetown bear." Because EWW nobody wants to hear about birth control, then they'd have to think about sex and icky periods.

    And of course, the people that I did tell took the opportunity to talk to me about how great it'll be for me not to think about condoms in the heat of the moment. Uhh...

  4. LOL. I'd've loved to've seen the expression on their faces if you'd said, "actually, I got it because my period has been ridiculously painful and out of control lately, on top of which I have chronic pain in my vulva." Hahaha, that would be watch, anyway.

  5. My mother used to be a health teacher, and she insisted that her children know the correct words for everything (no "pee-pee" for her). She was holding me on her hip once when I was 2 or 3, and I yelled "Mommy, put me down, my vulva hurts!"

    She thinks it's a funny story, but I think I had vulvodynia even as a 3-year-old! *sigh*

  6. Oh, what a simultaneously adorable and startling image!