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Ummmmm... I'm pretty sure that my vagina is gone.

What I mean is, I'm pretty sure that it is still attached to that god awful strip of linen that that horrible, horrible little woman just ripped from between my legs.

I think I'm going to cry.

Scratch that, I am crying.

I'm tearing, cowering in the corner of a room called "Begonia", listening to heavily Asian influenced classical music, holding my crotch in utter pain and amazement, trying to remember what it was that I said that made her want to hurt me in this way.

Who does this? Who wants this!?

This is crazy. This is BARE. I feel pubescent, maybe even pre. And I'm not sure how comfortable I am with that.

I don't know if I'm more angry at society for making me feel the pressure of having to compete in this way, or myself for falling for it. All I know is that this is the silliest, most stupid thing I've ever done.... and I will most likely come back in a couple weeks for "maintenance" like she told me too.

There so better be a difference.


  1. You'll have to keep us posted if it's worth it. I've never been able to brave the pain of it, despite all my big-talk :(


  2. Ugh.... Sorry to hear about your bad experience.... I've never had the courage to go through with it, though I did try an at home kit once and would have rather plucked my eyeballs out with a spoon.....

  3. Wow! I have been thinking about getting it done. I even visited a website to make an appointment, but I chickened out. Way too scary for me...