Walking in the.....
A discussion with Daphne and Dorothy
About a year ago, my female friends I were having a frank, and well, drunk discussion. On masturbation, or as the topic was referred to throughout the convo: DIY sex. Everyone talks about how often boys get up to it, yet for girls, it's still a bit of a taboo subject. So lets bash it out (no pun intended, OK, so maybe their was, a bit).I approve the pun. When I admitted that my digits do sometimes wander down to the southern region, silence fell around me. And people looked at me like I was a talking duck, no it was more like you were declaring yourself a fan of WWII or the bit in Bambi where his mum dies. I'm pretty sure that I'm not an addict, and that I'm not going to feature on any faux-sincere documentary on wank addicts, the main motivation really is just curiosity, and just checking it's all working down there. By no means is it a time consuming hobby, distracting me from my studies, I just think its beneficial to know your own body. It suprised me that the majority of them seemed to be scared , like they were terrified that their vagina was going to grow teeth. Awful film might I add, never watch it. Ever.
Secretly I think that a few more of the girls that were collapsed drunkenly beside me had also participated in the past, but were to ashamed, for some reason to admit it. When I was about ten, I got the sex talk, which I point blank refused to listen to, it all sounded completely horrifying, I had already worked out the logistics when I read a science book about animals once when I was ill .I looked up sexual intercourse in the dictionary, it was enlightening. So instead my parents slipped a book, all about the sex, complete with child friendly cartoons, under my door. It even had the 'prudish' bee and the 'experimental' bird, class act.
it has since turned out that my hunch was right. They were all at it, OK perhaps not all, but many of them (three of the five) have since come up to me and admitted that they actually were a fan, but had been too ashamed to admit it. The had all felt that they were the only people in the world, and the ones that weren't active felt like they were the only ones not. Why is that? Is it because the fact that you need to betrays an uncommonly high sex drive, and that it's something 'unladylike'? A lot of things are 'wrong', such as stealing the charity buckets from people dressed up as chickens, or playing hairdressers when you were younger and actually cutting their hair (this happened to me, it was pretty harrowing)/dyeing your friend's hair an unflattering colour - sorry about that Dorothy mate. But masturbation isn't wrong. We only think it is as it isn't commonly talked about, at least not among girls.
Ann Summers and such proves there is a massive buissness for masturbation, so perhaps it's just my age group that's 'ashamed' and we'll eventually grow out of it, and all start buying 'rampant rabbits' and living happily ever after. (I don't actually have a vibrator, I find the idea quite intimidating). I think the point she is making is that if we need to be ashamed of masturbation then we should be ashamed of having a wee or ever having a question because it is normal bodily curiosity and frankly these outdated, Victorian concepts and opinions on repressing female sexuality (erm why do the middle aged women get to have all the Fifty-Shades kind of fun) should loosen their corsets and show a little ankle. And it most certainly will not make you go blind, or bald. Can I also add though that Fifty Shades is shite.
Dorothy and Daphne
For more Greatness: http://rookiemag.com/2011/10/do-it-yourself/
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