My first encounter with the Vagina.
I am doing a queerfeministic artwork about the vagina and would need your help. I believe we all have different experiences and relations to the vagina and I would like to hear your story about your first encounter with this body part. It might be a short description about the first sex education in school, a poem about the first time you went to a bathhouse and realized grown-up women have a hairy vagina, the story of the first time you touched this body part of your girlfriend, or a list of feelings from the first time you touched yourself.
Feel free to be creative (but please stick to maximum 100 words) and write in whatever language you like. If your story is not written in English (or Swedish) I would be happy if you attached a translation, though.
All of your stories will be anonymous.
You can write them as a comment in this blog so that neither I nor anyone else will know who you are. https://velvetcave.wordpress.com/
It would be really nice if you wanted to share your experiences. I can promise that they will not be used in a pornographic way.
With love,
Franses, the vagina artist.
Hairy Harmonica. 
Posted by Anonymous on 22/03/2010 at 05:27
Ok, I’ll go first 🙂
The first time I touched another womans vagina it was autumn.
She was wet and sticky.
I was scared and cold.
Butterfingered, might be the word I’m looking for.
I had no idea what I was doing, yet I could not stop.
And I must have been just like one of those men, thinking a women comes after just touching her clit.
Afterwards I ran home with a feeling of happiness and excitement, smelling her on my fingers while I used them to write the message:
“Don’t call me, I need time.”
Posted by Anonymous on 22/03/2010 at 05:48
A 5-year-old girl plays alone in summer. She pretends to be like one of her dolls, and must go about her daily tasks without legs. She slowly pulls herself down the stairs, face first, giggling as her skirt begins to wedge loose and put her crack on full display. At the bottom, she slides onto the cool tile.
A pleasant sensation surprises her, where the coolness touches between her legs. She ventures to pull down her skirt further and momentarily basks in the exciting chill. Her mother appears. The child quickly pulls up her skirt, and shows her the doll.
Posted by Anonymous on 22/03/2010 at 05:49
När jag var fyra år var jag och min mamma på middag hos några vänner till familjen.
Det var snälla vänner, tyckte om att spela jazzmusik i vardagsrummet.
Men middagen var tråkig. De pratade vuxet, svårt för en fyraåring att haka på i diskussionen.
Jag ville vara med i pratet så när det blev tyst några sekunder berättade jag om en ny upptäckt:
Min mamma har hår på kisslinken!
Posted by Anonymous on 26/03/2010 at 02:54
I’ve had a lot of feelings, or non-feelings towards my vagina.
When I was a kid, I would play with the barbiedolls and they would things with each other. I would feel this strange feeling, like I needed to go to the bathroom. I would sometimes talk about that with my friends – do you also feel like you have to pee when we play like this?
Then it slept, for a long time. It would even sleep during close encounters with boys and men and during my desperate experiments to try to wake it up. Then slowly it started to sense things, like vibrators. Not much, but little by little it started to awake. And it wasn’t long ago – that it would actually let my own fingers play. And it would react. And I’m still working on getting to know her better.
It’s strange, that I’m this old but never understood what my own vagina was all about. When I think about it I get angry. Why didn’t I know more about female pleasure? Why is it all about porn and so little about actual education about how to DO it? To myself? To guys it’s easy, but to a sleeping vagina it’s harder. You have to let yourself in, to get to know her, to not be afraid, and to not feel pushed by our oversexualized society that tells us about how his pleasure is your pleasure.