Archives for posts with tag: vulva

Han’s eggy quiz.

Lying in the park with my phone on silent and with no data.

Casting my vulva.

Reading in the park in the sun.

Taking vulva photos for the zine.

Watching Cats with Jonny to distract him from chopping through his nail.

Spicy peanut noodles and bubble tea with Rosie, Jana and Ming. Such a lovely afternoon with them.

Dad telling me that I should sack off the flying ban for happiness and love.

My artwork arriving.

Rosie sticking up for me against my troll.

Also, another lovely message from someone who has found my page helpful.

Texting Sean for most of the day.

A good Period Party with drinks vouchers and a clicker and a 3D printed clitoris. One woman bought her pals along to celebrate her birthday.

The Gruffalo.

The Angry Page. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to find out funny but I did.

Spaghetti and pesto.

Vulva dungarees.

A robin came and sat on my windowbox and looked in at me as I dried my hair.

Being congratulated by my big boss for a good meeting. And a bit of a win over the stupid councillors.

A comment on this blog from someone who hadn’t quite expected to find information about me moisturising my vulva. I forget that other people read this. I’ve always seen it as something for me. But hi, if you’re reading this.

Bright purple flowers.

Pea and mint soup in a nice cafe, reading, sat in the faint sunlight.

Moisturising my poor itchy vulva. Although it does feel nice to moisturise.

Stepping into the hot shower.

Leaping onto the train as the doors began to shut. Can’t believe I made it.

Getting my vulva cast in a lovely sunny studio.

Being in Brighton, walking along by the sea and remembering places I went with nan when I was a kid.

A message from someone on Instagram who said my feed has helped them feel more positively about their vulva.

Taking a little walk to kill time along the Thames, on some weird little back alley paths I’ve never walked on before.

Hearing Dr Jen Gunter on the Sliced Bread podcast about GOOP.

The tiny fluffy puppy jumping around the street.

This Little Light of Mine coming on just as I needed it.

Making a vulva with the Candid Collective. I didn’t want to go but I’m glad I did. My tablepals were lovely and I learnt about Sexplain. EDIT: one of my tablepals was a low level celeb that I watched on TV on loved and totally didn’t realise was him!

New face wash.

Charles. It felt like she was flirting.

The vulva cushion.

Work choir. Singing and Jin.

Meeting Meredith. I feel a bit giddy.

And she gave me my very own vulva bowl!

I walked a lot today.

Max’s Sandwich Bar.

Buying the little vulva keyring and deciding to keep it for myself.

My cousin came to the Period Party. I’d totally forgotten she was coming.

Sarah’s talking vulva.

People leaving, saying such lovely things about learning new information and how much they enjoyed it.

Bright yellow leaves. With little dogs sniffing around in them.

Yellow pillowcases, being dyed in my sink.

Pillows of cut offs and bits of felt from the vulvas. A mini (slow) production line.

Autumn leaves. So bright and colourful.

Walking through the park on the way home. Smelling the nature smells, looking into the pond and feeling quiet.

Sewing vulvas, on the floor of my living room, listening to podcasts.

People liking my vulva decoration. I think I’m going to make some and try and sell them.

Pasta in soup.

A cup of green tea in my cosy living room before an early night.

A walk round the park, leaning against my favourite tree.

Christmas vulva hymns lols with Jonny. La la la la laaa, la la la laaabia.

Sewing a little vulva Christmas tree decoration in my plant-y living room, with candles and fairy lights aglow.

Sacked off veganism for a veggie breakfast. Hello hash browns and veggie sausage.

A lovely sunny walk around the reservoirs. Featuring a moorhen that I thought was a beaver.

My dancing vulva.

I keep writing turd not turf. And it makes me laugh. A lot.

A woman made a play that mentions me. So I went to go see it. And it was good!

Garlic shots, churrus and drinks with Jana and Charlie.

This part of the canal always seems so sunny and beautiful.

Picking up The Vagina Bible. Not even read the first paragraph and a woman tells me how excited she is to read it, especially after the advertising has been banned.

Good Eggs lols about double enders.

The new river walk with the tiny fluffy birds.

Chatting with a happy Jonny, as I did his ironing.

Lots of vulva business admin. New email, updated shop, new designs. The works.

Walking along the River Lee, spotting two herons and eating blackberries.

My Vulva Gallery book arrived. It’s wonderful.

Dinner with Jonny and Dom, talking about drinking wee and living in caves.

Have I Told You I’m Writing A Play About My Vagina.

The women coming up to talk to me afterwards.

The period box in the toilets. 😍

Lots of texts. Lots and lots of texts about good things.

Religious ham sandwich vulvas. I forgot how much I loved this.

Incredible posh crisps in the park with Becky

Chatting pegging with Charlie and Jana

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.

Talking to Andrew about vulvas, penises, willies and dicks.

Deciding to come home and relax rather than go to the talk.

Being helpful to Andrew when Claudia was being a complete dickhead. It felt good to be needed and to be able to help.

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.

Swimming.

Walking through the park on the way back home. Everything is green and it wasn’t cold.

Looking at my vulva and taking sexy photos of myself. I never do that but it felt good and confidence boosting.

Ming sending me this, the Sheela Na Gig.

Making it to Liv’s branding workshop for WEN. I felt useful. And I didn’t feel intimidated by Katee. Quite the opposite in fact.

The smell of cigarette smoke taking me back to holidays in France with my parents, falling in love with gay men and smoking in the toilets.