I suppose you think this blog is about you? Well it’s not. It’s about my vag.
I hereby decree that the following words are my slaves: slaves of my vag. I’ve captured and mastered them all and chained them -with idiosyncratic grammar- to this virtual space, which is of course, my-vag-space: the space that I’ve staked out for the narratives of my gloriously sensuous vag. My bitch words will collectively and loudly disclose, with cacophonous sincerity, the trials and tribulations, the triumphs and adulations, the copulations and masturbations of my vag. It’s all about me. Me. And my vag.