i think that talking to their vaginas would increase the chances of mastubation among women
Well, that would be part of getting to know their vagina. Or are you against masturbation?
Here's one of the monologues she wrote about a 72 years old woman who had never seen her 'down there', and had never had an orgasm. The old woman went to a psychologist and basically, just picture a 72 year old woman saying these words to you. That is, you are the psychologist. It would help if you read it with an old woman's voice too.
*i just want you to enjoy how i watched it*. lol
DOWN THERE ?
I HAVEN'T BEEN DOWN THERE SINCE 1953.
NO.
NO, IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH EISENHOWER.
NO.
NO, TRUST ME, TRUST ME, YOU DON'T WANT TO GO DOWN THERE,
IT'S VERY DAMP, VERY CLAMMY.
SMELL THE MILDEW, GETS IN YOUR CLOTHES, IT'S HORRIBLE.
NO.
NO, AND THERE WAS NO ACCIDENT DOWN THERE,
IT DIDN'T BLOW UP OR CATCH ON FIRE.
IT WASN'T SO DRAMATIC.
WHAT'S A NICE GIRL LIKE YOU GOING AROUND
TALKING TO OLD LADIES ABOUT THEIR "DOWN THERE'S" FOR ?
WE DIDN'T DO THIS KIND OF A THING WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE.
WELL,
. THERE WAS THIS BOY
OH, GOD.
ANDY.
ANDY LEFTKOV.
OH, GOD.
HE WAS SO GOOD LOOKING , AND TALL, LIKE ME.
HE ASKED ME OUT FOR A DATE, I'LL NEVER FORGET,
IN HIS NEW WHITE CHEVY BELAIR,
OH, MY GOD.
I CAN'T DO THIS.
I'M SORRY.
I CAN'T TALK TO YO U ABOUT DOWN THERE.
YOU JUST KNOW IT'S THERE LIKE THE CELLAR.
, YOU CAN HEAR THE PIPES
THINGS GET CAUGHT THER E FROM TIME TO TIME.
LITTLE ANIMALS AND THINGS.
, IT GETS WET, PEOPLE COME, THEY PLUG UP THE LEAKS
OTHERWISE THE DOOR STAYS CLOSED,
YOU FORGET ABOUT IT.
ANDY.
OH, GOD, HE WAS A CATCH.
THAT'S WHAT WE CALLED IT IN MY DAY.
WE'RE IN HIS CAR,
AND ALL I'M THINKING ABOUT ARE MY KNEECAPS.
I HAVE VERY LONG LEGS,
AND MY KNEECAPS WERE SMUSHED UP AGAINST THE DASHBOARD.
WHEN ANDY JUST GRABS ME, AND KISSES ME IN THIS
" "TAKE YOU BY CONTROL LIKE THEY DO IN THE MOVIES
KIND OF WAY.
WELL, I GOT EXCITED.
. I GOT VERY EXCITED
AND THERE WAS A, WELL, THERE WAS A,
. WELL, THERE WA S A FLOOD DOWN THERE
THIS RIVER OF LIFE,
THIS FORCE OF PASSION JUST FLOODED OUT OF ME.
RIGHT THROUGH MY undies, RIGHT ONTO THE CAR SEAT
OF HIS NEW WHITE CHEVY BELAIR.
WELL, IT WASN'T PEE.
AND IT WASN'T SMELLY.
WELL, HE SAID, ANDY SAID, HE SAID
IT SMELLED LIKE SOUR MILK AND IT WAS STAINING HIS CAR SEAT.
I WAS "A STINKY WEIRD GIRL", HE SAID.
I TRIED TO EXPLAIN
THAT HIS KISS HAD CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD,
I WASN'T NORMALLY LIKE THIS.
I TRIED TO WIPE UP THE FLOOD WITH MY DRESS.
IT WAS A NEW, YELLOW PRIMROSE DRESS,
AND IT LOOKED UGLY WITH THE FLOOD ON IT.
. ANDY DROVE ME HOME
HE NEVER,
HE NEVER SAID ANOTHER WORD TO ME.
AND WHEN I GOT OUT OF HIS CAR, I TELL YOU, I CLOSED IT,
LOCKED IT, LOCKED THE STORE.
NEVER OPENED FOR BUSINESS AGAIN.
, I USED TO HAVE THESE DREAMS, THOUGH, I MEAN
THEY'RE CRAZY DREAMS, DOPEY DREAMS.
WHY ?
BURT REYNOLDS.
I DON'T KNOW WHY.
THE GUY NEVER DID A THING FOR ME IN LIFE.
BUT ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS, IT WAS BURT AND I,
BURT AND I, BURT AND I.
WE'D BE OUT FOR DINNER,
ONE OF THOSE RESTAURANTS,
THE KIND YOU SEE IN ATLANTIC CITY.
HUGE CHANDELIERS, THOUSANDS OF THE WAITERS WITH THE VESTS ON.
BURT WOULD BE THERE,
HE'D GIVE ME AN ORCHID CORSAGE.
I'D PIN IT TO MY BLAZER.
WE'D LAUGH,
WE WERE ALWAYS LAUGHING, BURT AND I.
. LAUGHING, LAUGHING
ATE SHRIMP COCKTAIL,
FABULOUS SHRIMP, HUGE SHRIMP.
THEN BURT WOULD LEAN TOWARDS ME,
AND JUST AS HE WAS ABOUT TO KISS ME,
THE ENTIRE RESTAURANT WOULD START TO SHAKE.
PIGEONS WOULD FLY OUT FROM UNDERNEATH THE TABLE.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE PIGEONS WERE DOING THERE
AND THE FLOOD WOULD COME,
STRAIGHT FROM DOWN THERE.
IT WOULD POUR OUT OF ME.
IT WOULD POUR AND POUR.
THERE'D BE LITTLE BOATS INSIDE IT
AND LITTLE FISH,
AND THE ENTIRE RESTAURANT WOULD FILL UP WITH MY FLOOD.
AND THERE WOULD BE BURT, STANDING WAIST DEEP IN IT,
LOOKING HORRIFIED.
HORRIBLY DISAPPOINTED I'D DONE IT AGAIN,
AS HE WATCHED HIS FRIENDS,
DEAN MARTIN AND THE LIKES,
SWIM PAST US IN THEIR TUXEDOS AND EVENING GOWNS.
I DON'T HAVE THOSE DREAMS ANYMORE, NO.
NOT SINCE THEY TOO K JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING
CONNECTED WITH DOWN THERE.
MOVED OUT THE TUBES, THE UTERUS, THE WHOLE WORKS.
MY DOCTOR THINKS HE'S A REAL COMEDIAN.
HE TELLS ME, "YOU DON'T USE IT, YOU LOSE IT".
BUT, REALLY,
IT WAS CANCER.
THE WHOLE THING HAD TO GO.
HIGHLY OVERRATED ANYWAY, RIGHT ?
I DO OTHER THINGS.
LOVE THE DOG SHOWS.
I SELL ANTIQUES.
EXCUSE ME ?
COME AGAIN ?
"WHAT WOULD IT WEAR ?"
WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT, WHAT WOULD IT WEAR ?
IT WOULD WEAR A SIGN,
"CLOSED, DUE TO FLOODING".
WHAT WOULD IT SAY ?
I TOLD YOU, IT'S NOT A THING THAT SPEAKS, IT'S A PLACE.
A PLACE YOU DON'T GO.
CLOSED UP, UNDER THE HOUSE, DOWN THERE.
YOU HAPPY NOW, YOU HAPPY ?
YOU GOT AN OLD LADY TO TALK ABOUT THIS STUFF, YOU FEEL BETTER ?
ACTUALLY,
I'LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH.
O YOU ARE THE VERY FIRST PERSON I EVER TALKED T
ABOUT ANY OF THIS STUFF.
. I FEEL A LITTLE BETTER