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Seun (m)
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i don't find vaginas offensive i just don't know how talking to it makes sense Give me a moment as I proceed to die of laughter!   |
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Tmoni (m)
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@nike
take a step out of the box , try and understand what they are talking about.
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nike4luv (f)
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@ tmoni babe oh i understand, its just preety wierd looking at my vagina and speaking to it.
i think il go work out some math problems
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hot-angel (f)
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lol, adenike!!!!
Okay okay, i understand where you are coming from. We all know talking to the vagina sounds 'weird'. it's just like talking to your feet. I mean come on now, We get the whole 'logical weirdo' thing.
It's all about keeping your mind open, and deeply understanding what is meant by "talking to your vagina".
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nike4luv (f)
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am trying to talk to my precious friend  but its jus smiling at me with its tongue stuck out |
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nike4luv (f)
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ok, am open minded, feed me with the idea of the talkin pu$$y
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Eurphoria (f)
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i don't find vaginas offensive i just don't know how talking to it makes sense @ at me being young, i don't think u know enough about me to make such senseless comment oh excuse you! so you saying the talk of vagina is BEURGHHH is actually intelligent uhn? i thot i excuse your ignorance about vagina monologues for you by thinking its because you are young and have not heard about it. I suppose i was wrong you are not young and it is not a case of you never hearing of it, rather it is a case of sheer ignorance and you further showed your ignorance by this last comment above. I don't need to know you persoannly to know that you propbaby don't even know what your vagina looks like and thats a crying shame  i didnt start the thread and i was not attacking you for what u said go back and read, next time watch who u talk your ignorant crap to |
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kaylala (m)
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Wot !!! Whispering wound |
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Eurphoria (f)
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shut it kaylala, what do u mean wound |
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kaylala (m)
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You always seems to code my drift |
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Eurphoria (f)
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u mean de-code lol  . we share a similar humour that's why |
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ikamefa (f)
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you all should quit yapping and listen to this convo!  ika: why are you calling me!  Vajeje: i will call you oh! ika : leave me alone jor! vajeje: i will not! vajeje: the thing wey ma eyes don see for yah hand! vajeje: how many times have i told you stop wearing those stringy things? Vajeje :how many times have i told you,to liberate me hey ! Vajeje: ol girl wake up and smell the roses! Vajeje: the last time i saw okafor i wanted to stop and say howdy? to him you no gree! Vajeje: today na today! Vajeje: we must settle this matter! ika: but! but!  vajeje: but what? ika: gulps air! erhm! Vajeje: erhm what? * make una help me oh!* |
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Eurphoria (f)
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i am off to bed if you want we can chat tomorrow o on IM it's on my profile, (only sayinf because u were asking about chatting earlier on lol) i am off to bedski now, because me eyes are tired and there's work to go to in the morning. Take care of you and keep away from whispering wounds goodnite kaylala ika u need help? |
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kaylala (m)
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Gudnite my lady I am off to bed too. |
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Tmoni (m)
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can we also talk to our dicks as in,
my guy, u try 2day but tomorrow you will go further, must make madam V scream louder
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Orikinla (m)
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Hot-Angel has already addressed the thrust of this very healthy and educational therapy.
If you can talk to a living person, then you can talk to your vagina, because your vagina is a living thing.
It feels pleasure and it feels pain.
And it also feels starved.
Why did God create the vagina?
For only childbirth?
Then, why did God include the clitoris?
Imgaine a life without a vagina.
What would you do?
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switosman (m)
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There once were two priests, father Dick and father Ray.
One day after a very long mass, the two priests decided to hit the showers, halfway through there showers the priests realized that there was no soap.
So, father Ray says to Father privates "I have extra soap in my room, I'll go get some".
So he leaves to fetch the soap and doesn't bother to get dressed becuase who would still be in the church at such a late hour? So he comes back from his room with two bars of soap and is walking down the hall when suddenly he hears voices coming around the corner, so with his quick thinking he froze to the wall, stiff as a statue.
The voices turned out to be that of three nuns, who, when saw him standing there like a statue stopped to look at and admire him complimenting at how realistic he looks and what a nice body he has.
what about this!,
When suddenly one of the nuns reaches out and grabbed his privates.
Startled, he dropped a bar of soap, with this the nun said "Oh look, a soap dispencer", wanting to test the first nuns theory the second nun reaches out and also grabs his privates, again he drops a bar of soap.
With this the nun says "Yes it's true, it is a soap dispencer".
Wanting to get her share of soap and excitement too, the third nun reaches out and grabs his privates.
But nothing happended for he was all out of soap, so she goes on yanking and pulling his privates for the next few minutes until, to her delight, she squeals "Oh! Look, handcream!"
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Orikinla (m)
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There once were two priests, father Dick and father Ray.
One day after a very long mass, the two priests decided to hit the showers, halfway through there showers the priests realized that there was no soap.
So, father Ray says to Father privates "I have extra soap in my room, I'll go get some".
So he leaves to fetch the soap and doesn't bother to get dressed becuase who would still be in the church at such a late hour? So he comes back from his room with two bars of soap and is walking down the hall when suddenly he hears voices coming around the corner, so with his quick thinking he froze to the wall, stiff as a statue.
The voices turned out to be that of three nuns, who, when saw him standing there like a statue stopped to look at and admire him complimenting at how realistic he looks and what a nice body he has.
what about this!,
When suddenly one of the nuns reaches out and grabbed his privates.
Startled, he dropped a bar of soap, with this the nun said "Oh look, a soap dispencer", wanting to test the first nuns theory the second nun reaches out and also grabs his privates, again he drops a bar of soap.
With this the nun says "Yes it's true, it is a soap dispencer".
Wanting to get her share of soap and excitement too, the third nun reaches out and grabs his privates.
But nothing happended for he was all out of soap, so she goes on yanking and pulling his privates for the next few minutes until, to her delight, she squeals "Oh! Look, handcream!"
Amusing. The purpose of our focus on the vagina is to address "violence against women and girls, including rape, battery, incest, female genital mutilation (FGM) and sexual slavery." If you love your vagina, you won't make it a public exhibition. It would be best for your private exhibition. And not for every Dick, Tom and Harry. You will preserve your vagina and protect your vagina 24/7. |
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kitaun (m)
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@Ika6, u dey ok so?
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kaylala (m)
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scruffy sounds it makes |
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ikamefa (f)
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@Ika6, u dey ok so?
ogini? " " ol boy how far? |
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Orikinla (m)
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I am expecting more questions on why you should talk to your Vagina when the vagina has no ears?
Lamentations of a vagina?
The confessions of a sex starved vagina?
I know a babe who sometimes does not see her period for months until her vagina explodes in gushing flow of blood and she must be held down in the fits and shrieks of her agony.
Whenever your vagina is itching you for action and you are not ready to open your door to Mr. Dick the prick, talk to your vagina to behave oh!
Tell her to chill.
That there is time for everything.
"Vagie dear,
relax now.
C'mon.
Don't misbehave.
Stop itching me.
Don't embarrass me oh.
C'mon Vagie.
Chill.
No. No.No.
No way.
I won't do it.
Nay my sweetest taboo.
Not now.
He is not the right one.
Just wait.
The right long John is coming.
And you will love him.
Long and dark and hard.
He will warm his way into your heart of hearts.
He will make you contract and extend.
You will clutch him and suck him.
He won't bruise or hurt you.
Ehn?
Yes.
He would be cool, calm and strong.
He will even kiss your red lips and tickle you here and there.
I know you would be thrilled.
So, be patient dearie.
What will be yours will be yours."
Talk to your Vagina everyday.
It will boost your morale.
Your vagina is your pricess possession.
Your vagina is more than a sex organ.
Your vagina is your love organ.
Your vagina is your power.
Your vagina is your pride.
Be proud of your vagina.
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edatika (m)
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this sure has been a wonderful and enlightening thread
and humorous,
please don't stop your contributions
@ orikinla, thanks
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nike4luv (f)
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oh lordy lordy lordy
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Orikinla (m)
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Here is an extract from Vagina Monologues. Because he likes to
look at it
An extract from Eve Ensler's Vagina Monologues
This is how I came to love my vagina. It’s embarrassing because it’s not politically correct. I mean I know it should have happened in a bath with salt grains from the Dead Sea, Enya playing, me loving my woman self. I know the story. Vaginas are beautiful. Our self-hatred is only the internalised repression and hatred of the patriarchal culture. It isn't real. Pussy’s Unite. I know all of it. Like if we’d grown up in a culture where we were taught fat thighs were beautiful, we’d all be pounding down milkshakes and donuts, lying on our backs spending our days thighs expanding.
But, we didn’t grow up in that culture. I hated my thighs and I hated my vagina even more. I thought it was incredibly ugly. I was one of those women who had looked at it and from that moment on I wished I hadn’t. It made me sick. I pitied anyone who had to go down there. In order to survive, I began to pretend there was something else between my legs. I imagined furniture – cosy futons with light cotton comforters, little velvet settees, leopard rugs, or pretty things – silk handkerchiefs, quilted potholders, or place settings. I got so accustomed to this that I lost all memory of having a vagina. Whenever a man was inside me, I pictured him inside a mink lined muffler, or a Chinese bowl.
Then I met Bob. Bob was the most ordinary man I ever met. He was thin and tall and nondescript and wore khaki tan clothes. Bob did not like spicy foods or listen to Prince. He had no interest in sexy lingerie.
In the summer he spent time in the shade. He did not share his inner feelings. He did not have any problems or issues and was not even an alcoholic. He wasn’t very funny or articulate or mysterious. He wasn’t mean or unavailable. He wasn’t self involved or charismatic. He didn’t drive fast. I didn’t particularly like Bob. I would have missed him altogether if he hadn’t picked up my change that I dropped on the deli floor. When he handed me back my quarters and pennies and his hand accidentally touched mine, something happened. I went to bed with him. That’s when the miracle occurred.
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cammax7 (m)
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i think that talking to their vaginas would increase the chances of mastubation among women
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