Vulva Quotes

How do I look to him?" she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood it on the floor against a chair. Then she sat down in front of it on the rug and, facing it, slowly opened her legs. The sight was enchanting. The skin was flawless, the vulva, roseate and full. She thought it was like the gum plant leaf with its secret milk that the pressure of the finger could bring out, the odorous moisture that came like the moisture of the sea shells. So was Venus born of the sea with this little kernel of salty honey in her, which only caresses could bring out of the hidden recesses of her body.

Hay niñas con pene, niños con vulva y transfóbicos sin dientes.

we need a god who bleeds now a god whose wounds are not some small male vengeance some pitiful concession to humility a desert swept with dryin marrow in honor of the lord we need a god who bleeds spreads her lunar vulva & showers us in shades of scarlet thick & warm like the breath of her our mothers tearing to let us in this place breaks open like our mothers bleeding the planet is heaving mourning our ignorance the moon tugs the seas to hold her/to hold her embrace swelling hills/i am not wounded i am bleeding to life we need a god who bleeds now whose wounds are not the end of anything

I’m just saying, we don’t need to insert men into every aspect of our language.” “Okay, ovary up. Fallopian forward. Vulva with a vengeance.

Fear triggers the fight-or-flight response, fueled by adrenaline, which, as it turns out, is chemically related to amphetamines. Granted, it's a very different kind of high for mindfuckers: not a mellow, floaty "my vulva is one with the universe" high but a jittery, revved-up "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" kind of high. Endorphins are like great downers but adrenaline is uppers all the way. And it's just as addictive. Don't believe me? Go ask anyone who likes to jump off bridges or out of airplanes. - Edge

Vulvas aren’t dainty. They can eat a penis and push out a baby.

So sweet is this song that no one could resist it. For in it is all the passionate ache for the moonlight, and the great hunger of the sea, and the terror of desolate places,—all things that lure men to the unattainable. Omari tessala marax, tessala dodi phornepax amri radara poliax armana piliu amri radara piliu son; mari narya barbiton madara anaphax sarpedon andala hriliu Translation: I am the harlot that shaketh Death. This shaking giveth the Peace of Satiate Lust. Immortality jetteth from my skull, And music from my vulva. Immortality jetteth from my vulva also, For my Whoredom is a sweet scent like a seven-stringed instrument, Played unto God the Invisible, the all-ruler, That goeth along giving the shrill scream of orgasm. Every man that hath seen me forgetteth me never, and I appear oftentimes in the coals of the fire, and upon the smooth white skin of woman, and in the constancy of the waterfall, and in the emptiness of deserts and marshes, and upon great cliffs that look seaward; and in many strange places, where men seek me not. And many thousand times he beholdeth me not. And at last I smite myself into him as a vision smiteth into a stone, and whom I call must follow.

It is our custom to consume the person we love. Taboo flesh: swollen genitalia nipples the scrotum the vulva the soles of the feet the palm of the hand heart and liver taste best. Cannibalism is blessed. I'll wear your jawbone round my neck listen to your vertebrae bone tapping bone in my wrists. I'll string your fingers round my waist - what a rigorous embrace. Over my heart I'll wear a brooch with a lock of hair. Nights I'll sleep cradling your skull sharpening my teeth on your toothless grin. Sundays there's Mass and communion and I'll put your relics to rest.

This book is dedicated with tenderness and respect to the blameless vulva

It’s a vagina, not a piña colada.

New skin, a new land! And a land of liberty, if that is possible! I chose the geology of a land that was new to me, and that was young, virgin, and without drama, that of America. I traveled in America, but instead of romantically and directly rubbing the snakeskin of my body against the asperities of its terrain, I preferred to peel protected within the armor of the gleaming black crustacean of a Cadillac which I gave Gala as a present. Nevertheless all the men who admire and the women who are in love with my old skin will easily be able to find its remnants in shredded pieces of various sizes scattered to the winds along the roads from New York via Pittsburgh to California. I have peeled with every wind; pieces of my skin have remained caught here and there along my way, scattered through that "promised land" which is America; certain pieces of this skin have remained hanging in the spiny vegetation of the Arizona desert, along the trails where I galloped on horseback, where I got rid of all my former Aristotelian "planetary notions." Other pieces of my skin have remained spread out like tablecloths without food on the summits of the rocky masses by which one reaches the Salt Lake, in which the hard passion of the Mormons saluted in me the European phantom of Apollinaire. Still other pieces have remained suspended along the "antediluvian" bridge of San Francisco, where I saw in passing the ten thousand most beautiful virgins in America, completely naked, standing in line on each side of me as I passed, like two rows of organ-pipes of angelic flesh with cowrie-shell sea vulvas.

We don’t shake hands, eat, or cut raw chicken with our vulvas.

Vaginal cleaning will damage the good bacteria and mucus, increasing a woman’s chance of odor, bacterial vaginosis, and sexually transmitted infections.

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I am of the opinion that the vulva of Your Most Sacred Majesty should be titillated for some length of time before intercourse.

There is a culture of silence about aging vulvas and vaginas.

The vulva, clitoris, and vagina are actually best understood as the surface of an ocean that is shot through with vibrant networks of underwater lightning—intricate and fragile, individually varied neural pathways.

While Apicius is full of ancient delicacies such as roasted peacock, boiled sow vulva, testicles, and other foods we would not commonly eat today, there are many others that are still popular, including tapenade, absinthe, flatbreads, and meatballs. There is even a recipe for Roman milk and egg bread that is identical to what we call French toast. And, contrary to popular belief, foie gras was not originally a French delicacy. The dish dates back twenty-five hundred years, and Pliny credits Apicius with developing a version using pigs instead of geese by feeding hogs dried figs and giving them an overdose of mulsum (honey wine) before slaughtering them.

All those jokes about the clitoris being hard to find? Come on. It’s right there near the top of the vulva every time. There’s maybe one square inch of possibility, and they still can’t work it out. The sheer incompetence astounds me.

there is a belief among many academics that Hippocrates wasn’t even a real person)

Of all genital injuries in the emergency department, 3 percent are due to pubic hair removal.

Inanna spoke: "What I tell you Let the singer weave into song. What I tell you, Let it flow from ear to mouth, Let it pass from old to young: My vulva, the horn, The Boat of Heaven, Is full of eagerness like the young moon. My untilled land lies fallow. As for me, Inanna, Who will plow my vulva? Who will plow my high field? Who will plow my wet ground? As for me, the young woman, Who will plow my vulva? Who will station the ox there? Who will plow my vulva?" Dumuzi replied: "Great Lady, the king will plow your vulva. I, Dumuzi the King, will plow your vulva." Inanna: "Then plow my vulva, man of my heart! Plow my vulva!

No meio dessa poluição de gente, neste universo aleatório de úteros danificados pelo tempo, de esgotos pútridos de sinapses mal desenvolvidas, de línguas e vulvas à venda, a minha amada deve estar caminhando. A mais bela do bordel e dos fundos de quintais. Inóspita, íntima; como uma metáfora da cidade.

You’re a badass, hot-as-hell, fucking brilliant doctor, not some insecure high school girl. Man up!” “Do you know how rife with toxic masculinity the phrase man up is?” I challenged, mirroring her pose. “It implies that to be courageous is to be a man.” “Do you know how annoying it is when you change the subject?” Her tone was smug. “I’m just saying, we don’t need to insert men into every aspect of our language.” “Okay, ovary up. Fallopian forward. Vulva with a vengeance.

Instead of intimate wipes, they should be called irritant wipes.

That, and the patriarchy is a relentless foe.

If I had a vulva, I’d let you drive it like a Volvo. It’s all about safety. You could probably park on the street, but you might get a ticket.

Y el efrit, asombrado por la maravillosa hermosura de Hassan Badreddin, exclamó: "¡Por Alah! ¡No he visto cosa parecida! ¡Ha sido creado para poner en combustión todas las vulvas!

We are also going to invite the anus to the vulva’s party, even though technically it is part of the gastrointestinal tract and not the reproductive tract.

In addition, many things that women have been taught about their bodies and medical conditions that affect the vulva and vagina are incorrect.

I use the same cleanser for my face, body, and vulva because I am lazy, and the idea of keeping several products on hand seems like a dreadful chore.

Vulvar cleansing has never been studied. That is interesting, considering the array of products that claim to be gynecologist tested or approved.

If you don’t have incontinence, save your money and your vulva and don’t buy wipes.

She was now faced with a moral dilemma: should she tell the family they were eating vulva cookies or not?

I'm mixed on figs. The fleshy quality feels spooky. In Italian, il fico, fig, has a slangy turn into la fica, meaning vulva. Possibly because of the famous fig leaf exodus from Eden, it seems like the most ancient of fruits. Oddest, too—the fig flower is inside the fruit. To pull one open is to look into a complex, primitive, infinitely sophisticated life cycle tableau.

Beauty” is not universal or changeless, though the West pretends that all ideals of female beauty stem from one Platonic Ideal Woman; the Maori admire a fat vulva, and the Padung, droopy breasts.

wondered what it was like for the tiny Latina immigrant to spend her days in this basement room, her face in women’s vulvas and asses, making perfect Hitler mustaches. The American dream, I thought.

The first depiction of female pubic hair in Western art wasn’t until Goya’s The Naked Maja in the late 19th century, and this was apparently outrageous even though just a few wisps are barely visible.

Her womb from her body. Separation. Her clitoris from her vulva. Cleaving. Desire from her body. We were told that bodies rising to heaven lose their vulvas, their ovaries, wombs, that her body in resurrection becomes a male body. The Divine Image from woman, severing, immortality from the garden, exile, the golden calf split, birth, sorrow, suffering. We were told that the blood of a woman after childbirth conveys uncleanness. That if a woman's uterus is detached and falls to the ground, that she is unclean. Her body from the sacred. Spirit from flesh. We were told that if a woman has an issue and that issue in her flesh be blood, she shall be impure for seven days. The impure from the pure. The defiled from the holy. And whoever touches her, we heard, was also impure. Spirit from matter. And we were told that if our garments are stained we are unclean back to the time we can remember seeing our garments unstained, that we must rub seven substances over these stains, and immerse our soiled garments. Separation. The clean from the unclean. The decaying, the putrid, the polluted, the fetid, the eroded, waste, defecation, from the unchanging. The changing from the sacred. We heard it spoken that if a grave is plowed up in a field so that the bones of the dead are lost in the soil of the field, this soil conveys uncleanness. That if a member is severed from a corpse, this too conveys uncleanness, even an olive pit's bulk of flesh. That if marrow is left in a bone there is uncleanness. And of the place where we gathered to weep near the graveyard, we heard that planting and sowing were forbidden since our grieving may have tempted unclean flesh to the soil. And we learned that the dead body must be separated from the city. Death from the city. Wilderness from the city. Wildness from the city. The Cemetery. The Garden. The Zoological Garden. We were told that a wolf circled the walls of the city. That he ate little children. That he ate women. That he lured us away from the city with his tricks. That he was a seducer and he feasted on the flesh of the foolish, and the blood of the errant and sinful stained the snow under his jaws. The errant from the city. The ghetto. The ghetto of Jews. The ghetto of Moors. The quarter of prostitutes. The ghetto of blacks. The neighborhood of lesbians. The prison. The witch house. The underworld. The underground. The sewer. Space Divided. The inch. The foot. The mile. The boundary. The border. The nation. The promised land. The chosen ones.

It then occurred to him that he had never had a better time. He felt fifty years younger. He also felt like a schoolboy who had just violated the body of his first girl friend.Well! Heck! When had he ever eaten a vulva?[MMT]

[W]here Satan is, in the world of horror, female genitals are likely to be nearby. The word vulva itself is related to valve — gate or entry into the body — and so it regularly serves for all manner of spirits [...] in occult horror. When the seance in Don’t Look Now stalls, the blind medium turns suddenly to Laura: ‘Are your legs crossed?’ [...] Whatever else those crossed legs may mean, they also signify access blocked; only when she uncrosses them can the seance go forward.

Pessimism is a towering skyscraper eighty stories high in the suburbs of the soul at the end of a long avenue with waste ground on either side and a few poorly-stocked little shops. Several ultra-fast staircases give access to the building, running up from the cellars to the roof-gardens. The comfort of this place leaves nothing to be desired and only the greatest luxury is acceptable, but every Friday the residents gather on the ground floor to read from a bible bound in the skin of a blind man. The psalmic words they intone rise up through the pipes, sigh in the stoves and sweep the chimneys coated inside with black grease which leaves dirt on the skin. Water runs constantly in the bathrooms and the showers beat down on the numbered bodies, peppering them with sand. On Sundays the bed linen unrolls by itself and nobody makes love. For this tower block, like an obscure phallus scraping the vulva of the sky, is usually a hive of sexual activity. The most beautiful woman lives there, but no-one has ever known her. It is said, that dressed in furs and feathers, she keeps herself shut away in a first-floor apartment as if in a white safe. Her windows are scissors which cut short both shadow and breath. Her name is AURORA.

The clitoris, when it was considered by ancient physicians at all, was believed to be the female version of the penis. But lesser. (I’m sorry, but the organ, capable of multiple orgasms, that only exists for pleasure is not lesser. It is the gold standard

One more thing about women's external genitals. The name for the whole package of female genitalia is "vulva." "Vagina" refers to the internal reproductive canal that leads up to the uterus. People often use "vagina" to refer to the vulva, but now you know better.

I call these types of interventions, like wearing cotton underwear or emptying your bladder after sex, the burden of “well, it can’t hurt”. But they truly are a burden. Every time we make a woman jump through a useless hoop to get better, we add a burden, be it financial, or emotional, or the exasperation of doing so many things and yet realizing that you are running very hard but not getting anywhere.

Levi, you’re going to be a wonderful dad someday. However, if you have a son, I hope he has more restraint than Rags.” She grinned and when he glanced over, she gave him a flirty wink. “Me too, but if some bitch with a swollen vulva chases him around, it’s going to be hard to say no.

She felt enthralled by him, enthralled by her own sexuality. He bared something in her that she hadn't even known was there before she married him. Something base, primal. Had it always been there, this fierce drive to feel? Or was it something that had been engendered by his touching her? Her touching him? She knew that she should be wary of this part of herself. Ladies were often exhorted to ignore any animal urges. To be polite. Formal. Cold. But the flames of her desire, meeting and burning higher with his compulsion, were intoxicating. It felt wonderful. Too good to ignore. Too good to give up. And when his fingers traced the wetness of her vulva, into the depths of her pleasure, she cried out, her eyes still caught with his. He smiled, crooked and sinister because of his scar, but a smile nonetheless. A smile that wasn't exactly nice or gentlemanly. But a smile that was all for her. Only her. No man- no one- had ever looked at her so before.

Don’t choose Goop’s infamous jade egg, touted as a secret sexual practice of ancient Chinese empresses and concubines. There is no evidence they were anything of the sort, and the idea that these jade eggs are somehow known to a for-profit business in California yet unknown to scholars is, shall we say, somewhat suspect.

Your facial lips and the butterfly lips of your vagina are connected by a fine invisible circuit. When you take a hard cock into your mouth, the feeling of pleasure zips in pulsing waves down through your body and rings the bell of your clitoris. The vulva swells with blood and the sensation is carnal, exquisite, the essence of femininity.

wasn’t confined to medicine. Think about all those ancient Greek statues with defined scrotum and penises (although the penises are on the small side because sexuality was apparently at odds with intellectual pursuits and so a big brain, not a big penis, was the ideal). The vulvas of the time were but mysterious mounds concealed by crossed legs.

The clitoris has one purpose: sexual pleasure. It is the only structure in the human body solely designed for pleasure.

Fortunately I have the antidote. Facts.

It doesn’t matter how awesome an estrogen-containing birth control pill might be for your lactobacilli if you are not the type who can remember to take a pill every day.

Stress is bad for every medical condition—many of the chemical changes in the nervous system with stress can lower the threshold for pain conditions.

Emptying your bladder after sex does not reduce infections.

(I’ve spent many hours down the rabbit hole that is “vagina Etsy”).

Condoms are the clear winner in the contraception as vagina-defender category.

However, a recent small study found probiotics after antibiotics actually delayed repopulation of good bacteria in the gastrointestinal tract.

YOUR VAGINA IS A SELF-CLEANING OVEN.

I think we need to consider Rags was the probable victim here. Maybe you need to give us your contact information so our attorney can serve papers.” “That’s absurd!” The man shook his head. “What grounds do you have for suing us?” “Rape. Emotional distress and trauma. Rags recently lost his owners. The last thing he needed was a swollen vulva shoved into his snout.

Celebrities like Gwyneth Paltrow and an ever-growing number of spas market practices like vaginal steaming, which are based on the idea that there are “toxins” or “impurities” to remove.

melanin absorbs and reflects ultraviolet light and provides protection from the sun, melanocytes also respond to biological, physical, and chemical stimuli and are part of the immune system.

When you sit down to write a book about sex, as we hope you one day will, you will discover that centuries of censorship have left us with very little adequate language with which to discuss the joys and occasional worries of sex. The language that we do have often carries implicit judgments: If the only polite way to talk about sexuality is in medical Latin—vulvas and pudendas, penes and testes—are only doctors allowed to talk about sex? Is sex all about disease? Meanwhile, most of the originally English words—cock and cunt, fucking, and, oh yes, slut—have been used as insults to degrade people and their sexuality and often have a hostile or coarse feel to them. Euphemisms—peepees and pussies, jade gates and mighty towers—sound as if we are embarrassed. Maybe we are.

Cranberry juice, widely touted for its ability to prevent UTIs, seems to be ineffective. Whether cranberry tablets and capsules are also as ineffective is not clear, but the studies are low quality.

Removing pubic hair does not improve cleanliness, and there is emerging data that it is associated with an increased risk of infections like HPV and herpes, although the exact mechanism is not known.

Sourdough starters scavenge wild yeasts like Saccharomyces exiguus, Candida milleri, and Candida humilis from the environment, which do not cause vaginal yeast infections (they also scavenge S. cerevisiae). If

Whether it is changing laundry detergent, wearing cotton underwear, or giving up bubble baths, the frustration of the unscientific “well, it won’t hurt!” recommendations given to women about their bodies add up.

I’m amazed that society focuses on the nonexistent smells of the female genital tract while largely ignoring the greasiness of the male adolescent, many of whom seem as averse to water as the Wicked Witch of the West.

The New York Attorney General commissioned an investigation in 2015 that revealed only 21 percent of the dietary supplements tested (not probiotics, but regulated the same way) contained the ingredients that were on the label.

advancements are memorialized in the names of the structures they accurately described—Gabriele Fallopio (fallopian tubes; also invented the first condom and studied it in a clinical trial!) and Caspar Bartholin (Bartholin’s glands).

general anatomy book (1984) devoted three pages of illustrations (two in color) to the penis, with the clitoris relegated to an inset image in an upper outer corner—and the entire structure is the worst shade of puce. It’s also called a “miniature penis.

The pramantha, or instrument of the manthana (fire-sacrifice), is conceived under a purely sexual aspect in India, the fire-stick being the phallus or man, and the bored wood underneath the vulva or woman. The fire that results from the boring is the child, the divine son Agni. (Pl. XIIIb.) The two pieces of wood are ritually known as pururavas and urvasi, and, when personified, are thought of as man and woman. The fire is born12 from the genitals of the woman. Weber gives the following account of the fire-producing ceremony:

Linnaeus’s other striking quality was an abiding — at times, one might say, a feverish — preoccupation with sex. He was particularly struck by the similarity between certain bivalves and the female pudenda. To the parts of one species of clam he gave the names vulva, labia, pubes, anus, and hymen. He grouped plants by the nature of their reproductive organs and endowed them with an arrestingly anthropomorphic amorousness. His descriptions of flowers and their behavior are full of references to “promiscuous intercourse,” “barren concubines,” and “the bridal bed.

I go into the toilet stall. I say stall; it’s posh, so the stall is its own little room. The toilet has a heated seat and speaks in a perky Japanese accent. It sprays warm water directly into my vulva after I’m done pissing, and I go, ‘Fucking hell!’ loudly, because I wasn’t expecting it. It also dries me off, with a little blast of hot air. And when I come back out of the bathroom, I’m aware I want to talk about the fucked-up talking toilet, but fucked-up talking toilets that spray water up your gooch without asking are probably just par for the fucking course here, aren’t they?

¡De modo que los hombres también tienen un clítoris! Que un órgano tan importante para la experimentación del placerhaya sido ignorado hasta ahora, muestra que el intento artificial de ver el genital femenino como una versión reducida del masculino no impide una visión realista del sexo femenino sino de ambos sexos.

Goddesses rather than male deities were the central focus in European religion from about 6500 BC to 3500 BC. Archaeologist, Marija Gimbutas[xxii], was one of the first scholars to recognise the significance of the fact that twenty times more female than male figurines have been excavated from European archaeological sites. The many engravings, reliefs and sculptures frequently de-emphasised facial features, while exaggerating gender characteristics such as breasts, buttocks, hips, and vulva. These female figurines had traditionally been seen by archaeologists as some sort of sexual fetishes, a projection of the current degraded view of feminine.

There is a strong mind-body connection so depression and anxiety are important cofactors for pain. They don't cause it but they are accelerants. Think of whatever causes your pain as the match that started a fire. Depression and anxiety are fuel on that fire. It is hard to put out a fire when someone is dousing it with gasoline.

Until the late 1700s, there wasn’t even a separate anatomical lexicon for the female genitalia. The clitoris was called a penis, the uterus an internal scrotum. The ovaries were testicles, the vulva and labia were foreskin, the vagina was an inverted penis, and the fallopian tubes were the epididymis. In fact, as any twenty-first-century biologist will tell you, these are indeed homologous pairs of organs, and the male and female genitalia look virtually identical in the first trimester of a fetus. There were, of course, two genders—man and woman—but those identities came from society not nature. When Marie Garnier became a man, her gender changed but not her sex.

Retrospect of Medicine & Pharmacy lists the following ‘fluids to be used for vaginal douching’ to prevent conception: alum, acetate of lead, chloride, boracic acid, carbolic acid, iodine, mercury, zinc and Lysol disinfectant. Lysol brand disinfectant was introduced in 1889 to control a severe cholera epidemic in Germany. But its antiseptic qualities were soon put to other uses, and by the 1920s Lysol was being aggressively marketed as a vaginal douching agent. Birth control was a highly controversial issue in the 1920s and certainly not something to be openly advertised. By focusing on the issue of ‘feminine hygiene’ within marriage in their advertising campaign, Lysol could raise the subject of sex and intimacy without ever having to use the word ‘sex’. Soon, a product that was used to scrub out bins, drains and toilets was being used to clean vulvas as well.

By 1844, the anatomist Georg Ludwig Kobelt published such detailed work that his anatomic descriptions of the clitoris rival those we have today. However, his work was essentially ignored (as was almost everything that had led up to it), likely due to a combination of the expansion of Victorian beliefs (essentially the dangers of female sexuality) and Freud popularizing the false belief that the clitoris produced an “immature” orgasm.

I’ve stared at more male butt cracks (gluteal clefts) than I care to remember, whether it was just some guy bending over or gravity-defying pants that appear to hover like magic just above the anus without a belt. What I never hear is that men should seek out plastic surgeons to get their gluteal clefts sewn shut. I also can’t imagine a similar industry for men that profits from surgically trimming penises so they look better in tight jeans.

penis-centric view of female sexuality, and the belief propagated by Freud’s work that the clitoris was unimportant are a lot of obstacles to overcome. The clitoris, being largely internal, is practically also harder to study than the penis. Eventually, anatomic studies using female cadavers to dissect the clitoris were allowed, but it is important to note the limitations of the work. Most cadaveric studies involve a few bodies; seven is considered a

not really a small point; it is a wonderful (in a tragicomic kind of way) encapsulation of how society, including medicine, is obsessed with erections, while the clitoris barely registers as a footnote. The clitoris, when it was considered by ancient physicians at all, was believed to be the female version of the penis. But lesser. (I’m sorry, but the organ, capable of multiple orgasms, that only exists for pleasure is not lesser. It is the gold standard.)

For many years, discussing female sexuality in the doctor’s office was taboo, but that oppression is not a failing unique to medicine. In 1938, a Los Angeles teacher, Helen Hulick, was held in contempt of court for daring to show up in pants to testify as a witness and for refusing to change into a dress when the male judge insisted. She was given a five-day jail sentence. Much of women’s health, especially sexual health, was deemed unimportant or irrelevant because that is how women were viewed.

¿Por qué es mudo el azur e insondable el espacio? ¿Por qué los astros de oro que hierven como arena? Si subiéramos más y más, allá arriba ¿qué habría? ¿Existe algún Pastor de este inmenso ganado de mundos trashumantes por el horrible espacio? Y estos mundos que el éter abraza inmensamente ¿vibran, acaso, al son de una llamada eterna? —¿El Hombre puede ver? ¿y decir: creo, creo? ¿La voz del pensamiento va más allá del sueño? Si en el nacer es raudo, si su vida es tan corta ¿de dónde viene el Hombre? ¿se abisma en el Océano profundo de los gérmenes, los Fetos, los Embriones, en el Crisol sin fondo del que la Madre cósmica lo resucitará, criatura que vive, para amar en la rosa y crecer en los trigos?… ¡No podemos saberlo! —¡Estamos agobiados por un oscuro manto de ignorancia y quimeras! ¡Farsas de hombre, caídos de las vulvas maternas, nuestra razón, tan pálida, nos vela el infinito! ¡Si queremos mirar, la Duda nos castiga! ¡La duda, triste pájaro, nos hiere con sus alas!… —¡Y en una huida eterna huyen los horizontes!

The women’s bladders filled remarkably fast during sexual stimulation. There was urine before orgasm and their bladders were empty after squirting. The squirted fluid was identified in the lab as urine. Why does this happen? It is possible when women report squirting that they are simply having an orgasm strong enough for the pelvic floor muscles to empty their bladder, which is why it is associated with heightened pleasure. It is also possible that a more intense sexual response could result in a faster filling of the bladder. It is also possible that some women have a lot of transudate—meaning they get very wet—during sex. When they orgasm, that fluid could come out all at once.

Instintivamente acaricia o velo de cedro penumbroso, bosque arruivado a ensombrar-lhe o cimo das coxas; curva-se de novo e, admirada, vai tão longe quanto pode na abordagem tímida dos lábios de anil da molhada boca do seu ventre. A separá-los: penetrando, afagando-os, a sentir os dedos numa humidade lenta, um orvalho dolente, uma resina turva. Ali, onde há sucos e gosto sem ferida. Ali, onde há fenda, há céu, há mar. Mato de se perder na busca da vertigem no assombro da ousadia do acto; gosto e travo a rosa insatisfeita, odor de chuva, de cardo, de almíscar. Perfume de nardo a desatar-lhe os nervos, enquanto persegue o improvável mapa do delírio: mais acima a mina, e logo abaixo o poço. Modorra de papoila a florescer no alto, a entumescer ao tacto. Prazer diverso e gozo que a muda, e ela transgride, voa, cresce. E tanto no clítoris como na vulva, o bordado a cheio vai-se enredando, matizando, demorando nas caprochosas cores, nos desenhos, nas misteriosas linhas de agulha onde se enleia. Veia que o fogo entorna, toma e incendeia. Na procura do êxtase. E Leonor ondeia. Rola enovelada em cima do leito onde se distende, roda e cede a galgar o parapeito de si própria, deixando a razão apagada à cabeceira. Rodopia. Resvala. Mãos descendo e subindo, indo e vindo, na descoberta dos desvãos, do topo, dos secretos recantos de segredo, em todos os lugares e tempos que o orgasmo guarda. Entorna. Derrama. Grita e explode. Gemendo sob o pulso que lhe amordaça a fala pelo próprio avesso. Assim leve, assim solta, assim livre. Leonor corre, voa, nada, desvenda. E finalmente foge. Consigo mesma.

Bagi sobat sekalian yang sedang penasaran dengan penyakitnya, kenapa ada kutil di kemaluan? berikut sedikit informasi tentang penyakit kutil di kemaluan atau yang sering disebut juga dengan nama kutil kelamin. Sebenarnya apa sih kutil kelamin itu? Sebelumnya sobat perlu ketahui, bahwa penyakit ini masuk dalams alah satu kategori Penyakit Menular Seksual (PMS). Baik langsung saja, silahkan simak penjelasan di bawah ini. Untuk Info Hubungi Kami HP/WA 081 329 878 999 Definisi Kutil Genitalis atau dengan nama lain Kondiloma Akuminata merupakan kutil di dalam atau di sekeliling vagina, penis atau dubur, yang ditularkan melalui hubungan seksual. Kondiloma akuminatum ialah vegetasi oleh Human Papiloma Virus tipe tertentu, bertangkai, dan permukaannya berjonjot. Tipe HPV tertentu mempunyai potensi onkogenik yang tinggi, yaitu tipe 16 dan 18. tipe ini merupakan jenis virus yang paling sering dijumpai pada kanker serviks. Sedangkan tipe 6 dan 11 lebih sering dijumpai pada kondiloma akuminatum dan neoplasia intraepitelial serviks derajat ringan. Kutil genitalis sering ditemukan dan menyebabkan kecemasan karena: Penyebab penyakit ini adalah virus papilloma.Pada wanita, virus papiloma tipe 16 dan 18, yang menyerang leher rahim tetapi tidak menyebabkan kutil pada alat kelamin luar dan bisa menyebabkan kanker leher rahim. Virus tipe ini dan virus papiloma lainnya bisa menyebabkan tumor intra-epitel pada leher rahim (ditunjukkan dengan hasil Pap-smear yang abnormal) atau kanker pada vagina, vulva, dubur, penis,mulut, tenggorokan atau kerongkongan. Kutil genitalis paling sering tumbuh di permukaan tubuh yang hangat dan lembap. Pada pria, area yang sering terkena adalah ujung dan batang penis dan dibawah kulit depannya (jika tidak disunat). Pada wanita, kutil timbul di vulva, dinding vagina, leher rahim (serviks) dan kulit di sekeliling vagina. Kutil genitalis juga bisa terjadi di daerah sekeliling anus dan rektum, terutama pada pria homoseksual dan wanita yang melakukan hubungan seksual melalui dubur. Untuk Info Hubungi Kami HP/WA 081 329 878 999 Kutil biasanya muncul dalam waktu 1-6 bulan setelah terinfeksi, dimulai sebagai pembengkakan kecil yang lembut, lembap, berwarna merah atau pink. Mereka tumbuh dengan cepat dan bisa memiliki tangkai. Pada suatu daerah seringkali tumbuh beberapa kutil dan permukaannya yang kasar memberikan gambaran seperti bunga kol (blumkol). Pada wanita hamil, pada gangguan sistem kekebalan (penderita AIDS atau pengobatan dengan obat yang menekan sistem kekebalan) dan pada orang yang kulitnya meradang, pertumbuhan kutil ini sangat cepat. Untuk Info Hubungi Kami HP/WA 081 329 878 999 Diagnosis ditegakkan berdasarkan gejala dan hasil pemeriksaan fisik. Kutil yang menetap bisa diangkat melalui pembedahan dan diperiksa dibawah mikroskop untuk meyakinkan bahwa itu bukan merupakan suatu keganasan. Wanita yang memiliki kutil di leher rahimnya, harus menjalani pemeriksaan Pap-smear secara rutin. Obat Kutil kelamin | Obat Kutil kelamin Ampuh | Obat Kutil kelamin Herbal | Obat Kutil kelamin Alami | Obat Kutil kelamin Tradisional | Obat Kutil kelamin Tanpa Operasi | Obat Kutil kelamin Pria | Obat Kutil kelamin Wanita | Obat Kutil kelamin di Apotik | Salep Kutil Kelamin | Obat Kutil kelamin Salep

Si vergognava di averle ascoltate senza ribellarsi, odiava il Tony che in piedi davanti allo specchio si tamponava il sangue sul labbro, fiero di starsene tutto nudo in un raggio di sole, di essere un bel maschio che si lasciava ammirare, fiero di vedere il suo sperma colare dalla vulva di una femmina. - La camera azzurra

De Witte Hollander neukt haar Vulva met het Oranje elftal kaduuk.

these creatures grow up with a peculiar knowledge. They know that they have been born in an infinite variety. They know, for instance, that in their genetic material they are born with hundreds of different chromosome formations at the point in each cell that we would say determines their "sex". These creatures don't just come in XX or XY; they also come in XXY and XYY and XXX plus a long list of "mosaic" variations in which some cells in a creature's body have one combination and other cells have another. Some of these creatures are born with chromosomes that aren't even quite X or Y because a little bit of one chromosome goes and gets joined to another. There are hundreds of different combinations, and though all are not fertile, quite a number of them are. The creatures in this world enjoy their individuality; they delight in the fact that they are not divisible into distinct categories. So when another newborn arrives with an esoterically rare chromosomal formation, there is a little celebration: "Aha," they say, "another sign that we are each unique." These creatures also live with the knowledge that they are born with a vast range of genital formations. Between their legs are tissue structures that vary along a continuum, from clitorises with a vulva through all possible combinations and gradations to penises with scrotal sac. These creatures live with an understanding that their genitals all developed prenatally from exactly the same little nub of embryonic tissue called a genital tubercle, which grew and developed under the influence of varying amounts of the hormone androgen. These creatures honor and respect everyone's natural-born genitalia –including what we would describe as a microphallus or a clitoris several inches long. What these creatures find amazing and precious is that because everyone's genitals stem from th same embryonic tissue, the nerves inside all their genitals got wired very much alike, so these nerves of touch just go crazy upon contact in a way that resonates completely between them. "My gosh," they think, "you must feel something in your genital tubercle that intensely resembles what I'm feeling in my genital tubercle." Well, they don't think that in so many words; they're actually quite heavy into their feelings at that point; but they do feel very connected –throughout all their wondrous variety. I could go on. I could tell you about the variety of hormones that course through their bodies in countless different patterns and proportions, both before birth and throughout their lives –the hormones that we call "sex hormones" but that they call "individuality inducers." I could tell you how these creatures think about reproduction: For part of their lives, some of these creatures are quite capable of gestation, delivery, and lactation; and for part of their lives, some of them are quite capable of insemination; and for part or all of their lives, some of them are not capable of any of those things – so these creatures conclude that it would be silly to lock anyone into a lifelong category based on a capability variable that may or may not be utilized and that in any case changes over each lifetime in a fairly uncertain and idiosyncratic way. These creatures are not oblivious to reproduction; but nor do they spend their lives constructing a self-definition around their variable reproductive capacities. They don't have to, because what is truly unique about those creatures is that they are capable of having a sense of personal identity without struggling to fit into a group identity based on how they were born. These creatures are quite happy, actually. They don't worry about sorting /other/ creatures into categories, so they don't have to worry about whether they are measuring up to some category they themselves are supposed to belong to.

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Another Countess from another country and another time. She's the Fairy Queen of lore, tempting me into the forest's vulva, into her world of thorns and wild berries. I want her to. I want to disappear into the forest din.

Se sorprendió cuando su abuela no dudó ni un instante en explicarle lo que su nieta le pedía.               —Según la tradición de nuestro país, se cree que las chicas nacen con partes impuras en su cuerpo. La costumbre dice que tienen que ser arrancadas. Eso sirve como muestra para llegar virgen al matrimonio.               —¿Qué partes del cuerpo son esas? —preguntó Ashia con curiosidad.               Su abuela no escatimó ningún detalle, le explicó a su nieta el proceso para extirpar el clítoris, los labios mayores y menores y el cosido de ambos lados de la vulva hasta dejar un pequeño resquicio para la sangre menstrual y la orina.               Tras escucharlo, la niña se quedó quieta mirándola fijamente a los ojos durante unos segundos. Acto seguido la abrazó con todas sus fuerzas.

What had actually been in Valera’s haversack: not a woman’s vulva but grenades, a gas mask, a gun that constantly jammed.

I squinted through the big window, a portal to another world, trying to get a better view of the primal love scene before us. All I could see was a mass of wriggling fur and finger-like toes until my eyes focused in on one male and two females kissing, ear-tonguing and giving each other enthusiastic oral sex, punctuated with occasional somersaults, smacks and nibbles on fruit and leaves. Sometimes they interacted as a threesome. Other times, two would cavort together, while the third played with herself, alternating between fingering and using a red rubber ball as a kind of sex toy, rubbing and bouncing it vigorously against her large pink vulva.

The dildo is long and elegant, a classic old school moon-rocket, complete with four stabilising fins at the bottom. Each fin controls a different haptic field. A silver pussy-rocket printed to the dimensions of her vagina and vulva. Not a penis. Never a penis. Ariel Corta has never allowed a penis inside her.

Khawlah parted the legs of the robed woman. She gently stimulated her with teasing fingers, before lowering her lips over her lover’s vulva, sucking and licking her. I had never seen two women making love before. I was in awe, and so was Andy.

NASA:n käsitys siis on, että JOPA AVARUUSOLIOT toisilla planeetoilla tuntisivat olonsa epämukavaksi joutuessaan kohtaamaan vulvan kuvassa.