"I need to talk. During sex," he said.

"Okay..." I said. That was fine with me. 

"I mean, I have to talk. A lot. Like the whole time."

You know when someone – a lover, a friend, a co-worker or even a stranger – says something that somehow hits the nail on the head of an issue  you’ve been avoiding. You nod politely, but inside, you’re agitated, perhaps a bit pissed, and wondering who the hell is s/he to say a thing like that. For a while you ignore that person as if she’s the personification of that truth you did not want to face.

Warning: fairly explicit language and very explicit links below

So I’m not sure it ever occurred to me to wonder what Barbie’s vagina might look like, until I was tipped onto the website Tight Vagina by an incensed Owning Pink reader who found their message of Vagina Nazism offensive (i.e., only perfect vaginas should be allowed to live). Now I know exactly what Barbie’s pussy looks like. And you know what? Barbie’s pussy is as boring as Barbie is. Hairless and small – kinda like a little naked mole-rat.

The first time I made love, I just had to show up with my vagina to rock my young beloved’s world.  We explored those new fruits with enthusiasm, joy and curiosity, and an equal amount of hormonal horniness. That we were in love and practiced safe sex together is evidence to me that young adults can navigate those early sexual days responsibly and with mutual satisfaction on the agenda.