Archives for posts with tag: this is a vulva

I’m in Spanish Vogue.

My cousin walking in in her cycling shorts, going to get changed and coming back still in her cycling shorts.

He text. When I thought maybe he wouldn’t.

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Cutesie texts from James that made me happier than it really should have.

The vulva workshop. Such a lovely small group with really great conversations and some good laughs.

The beautiful pink clouds and blue sky as I walked home.

This shop sign.

The photos from Leorgie’s wedding. Jonny jumping, cake cutting, photo bombing and speech giggles.

Having a ridiculously popular Instagram post. Over 3,000 likes so far. PB.

The pink blossom under the streetlight outside the library.

Finishing my book in the library.

Walking walking walking walking.

Meeting the Mothership and getting regular vulva workshops and an exhibition!

Cheese. I ate cheese and it was delicious.

Women sharing their love letters to their vulvas.

Giving myself time to put everything away calmly and as slowly as I wanted.

Smiling in the Uber on the way home, feeling proud of myself for raising another £302 for Bloody Good Period and for bringing sex and vulva positivity to another room of people.