Er, well, honestly there's not much. But I can always find a silver lining to anything:
My vagina is basically famous. Scores of doctors and nurses have seen and touched my Vagina. So many in fact that I no longer have any anxiety about dropping my pants for an examination.
Having to have conversations with new partners about sex and vaginismus means I screen out all the time wasters more quickly. If they can't handle a conversation about Vaginismus then they're not welcome.
I have to be a lot more creative with sex, and spend a LOT of time working out what I like. And that can be fun. Very hard work, honest.
I absolutely do not care what my vagina looks like. If it works ok and without pain one day then I don't care if it resembles a donor kebab in a gutter at 8am on a Sunday morning, it's mine and I'm keeping it and I'm going to show it off to everyone. I may be arrested.
I have the rare perspective of being a woman hoping to find a man with a small penis, in a world where everyone is obsessed with large penises.
Naming my Vagina Narla. Adorable.
Maybe possibly helping at least one other person by writing these ridiculous posts!
The fiercely powerful and majestic animal after which I have nicknamed my vagina:
My actual vagina: timid, anxious, oversensitive, generally hiding in a bush..
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