Let me introduce you to the clitoris
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This is what we all know and love as a woman’s pussy;
If the skin were clear or something, we might see this;
See those big fat bulbs? They look like they might be filing up the labia, but they are not, they are much deeper in. The labia are just skin and fat, and would be a ballsac if she were male. Those bulbs fill with blood, and correspond to the corpus cavernosum of a dick, which fills up with blood and give him his stiffie. *g* (I love that word!)
For a woman, they make a nice tight fit for an insertable, and close off the urethra, so you don’t push germs up in there while you’re doing the nasty.
And they are full of those nerve endings that men have on the shaft.
from the side, you can see how those fat bulbs wrap around the vaginal opening;
The clit that we see is only the tiniest tip of what looks like a crooked finger.
Here’s wikipedia’s take;
It gets a stiffie too, which is kind of fucked up because that makes that tip pull up inside the body some– gets harder to stimulate. On the other hand, the stiffness extends all the way down to where those two legs are.
If I had these diagrams thirty-five years ago!
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If I had these diagrams thirty-five years ago!
You’d have done what, exactly? Inquiring minds want to know.
Probably never married a man, never had kids…
*blink* That’s a big difference; there are human beings who might not exist today.
I’m not sure I’m following the causal train, though, since I hadn’t heard that you’d had any trouble finding clitorises — your own or anyone else’s. How could having the diagram have led to your not marrying?
i would have been much more confident with the women I loved, less likely to go with men who, let’s face it, are much easier to deal with sexually.
Back in the late sixties early seventies, there was a hell of a lot of bullshit recieved wisdom out there about how mysterious women are, how no two were ever the same, how they were flighty, emotional, hard to bring to orgasm…
And I bought into all of that.
In fact, I bought into it for my own self, despite all the evidence to the contrary. I had no idea that it was possible to take responsibility for my own orgasms during hetero sex.
Fuck. I’m sorry to hear that.
, but they were still useful.
I was such a nerd that I was a late bloomer — a virgin until 23. So I didn’t make love with a woman until 1981, by which time there were lesbian sex manuals. Short ones
My problem with women was more Lesbian Sheep Syndrome. Men were always willing to meet me halfway or even more than halfway, but it was hard to tell whether a woman was interested or not, and I never wanted to be all pushy and crap, like everybody’s least-favorite guys. I found out years later that there were lots of women who had wanted me but who were so busy not being pushy, either, that neither of us knew.
*sigh*
How intriguing! I love your presentation.
Thanks for the post!
Yah, me too, on the ‘if i knew what I know now…’ But then I also don’t believe in the concept of regrets.
Edit: By the by, I love the sensuality of your above icon.
Thank you!
and thank you! I wish I could find the original image, damn.