You wouldn’t be surprised to hear me say that the day I married my wonderful
husband was a transformation for me. Giving birth to three amazing children
provided another type of transformation. But it took an experience much more
powerful and personal than either of these events to mark my transformation
as a woman.
Often, we look at that first sexual experience or that first orgasm as the rite of
passage into womanhood. Yet, I had an epiphany one day when I realized that
although I had shared my body many times (in marriage and in birthing three
children) I was so very disconnected from my body. I asked myself, “How can
you walk through life and be so detached from the very essence of yourself?”
Up until that point, I, like so many other women, hadn’t realized that I had been.
Most girls grew up being scolded or reprimanded for touching “down there,”
as if that sacred space is a clandestine top secret CIA project. Most parents would
not even call the vagina by its proper name. It was your “thing”, “down there”,
your “pocket book”, anything but the vagina. I remember starting my menses
and only being told that I could get pregnant and not to let anyone touch “it”.
This information about that monthly occurrence came with such heavy energy
that I wondered if something was wrong.
However, our boys are often celebrated for exploring their male parts. Most
times, their first orgasmic experience is provided by their own hands. Early on,
boys are allowed to have a relationship with their male organ with no shame
attached. How many times have you changed a little boy’s diaper, only to find
him smiling and laughing while touching that particular appendage? Never do
we make them stop. In fact, some of us would smile and laugh right along with
him. “Look at him, playing with his little thing.” But little girl children don’t get
the same reaction. We were told not to touch or look at it, and to treat it as if it
were something totally separate from ourselves.
This article is about the voyage to finding the magic that lay between my thighs.
Janine
A. Ingram
is the founder
of “The
Love That
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