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That is just nasty.
Agreed. I haven’t seen anything that nasty since 60 Minutes did that story on anal macramé.
I am not repulsed by my vulva, or anyone else’s. However, I don’t need to see yarn or anything coming out of anyone’s vagina to be sure that I can handle the existence of female anatomy.
This is what I call “tampon in a teacup” art. Some people think just because you dip your vagina into something or take something out of it, that makes it art. Is my husband’s dick art? Man would he be pissed if he found out his dick had taken on a special artistic “meaning” because it touched my vagina. But he doesn’t like talking about his dick in front of mixed company. Oops.
I just made an embroidered gift for a female friend. I am absolutely certain that if I told her the thread had spent some time in my vagina, or that I just rubbed my vagina on the finished product, she wouldn’t think it made the gift any more meaningful or attractive, just that I needed to be taken off the Christmas exchange list.
Right, so you didn’t tell her that you actually did that. Discretion is the better part of valor.
*nods* Besides, I’m sure she rubs her vulva all over the stuff she sends me as a gift.
“It feels really natural,” she says. I’m not sure how she grew up, but stuffing half a sheep up my snatch to make a smelly, crusty scarf doesn’t seem all that natural to me. But what do I know about art?
Apparently not much. I’m assuming you also don’t cut your hair with a weed whacker.
No, but my last haircut was a 5-minute event with office scissors at work. So my hair is probably art now.
Off to the Louvre with you, then.
“Nothing’s going to run out and eat you up.”
Well, one would hope not.
Maybe an oxygen-deprived sheep.
LOL! Quite a visual.
Performance art is a desperate act in justifying spending your grant money on drugs.
So in other words, it’s a good idea.