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{December 13, 2008}   To labia or not to labia?

First, if you  have not checked out the DOMAI site that features very tasteful and beautiful nude pictures of women, please take the time and look it over.  It’ refreshing, needed, and outstanding.

www.domai.com

There.  Now on to my thoughts on a conversation I had with a very good friend of mine about a pic on this very site.

A little about my friend, however – she is a 40-year-old confident and feisty woman (of course, I love her for those qualities in and of themselves) who also shows remarkable kindness toward her fellow sisters when they need it the most.  She also channels some fierce Kali angry energy at times when she comes across a topic she feels passionate about.  When it comes to our livelier conversations, we tend to debate  much about the business of pornography, titty bars, and prostitution.  She feels passionately about these very topics, as do I.  However, we normally happily sit on opposite corners of the proverbial boxing ring – each of us pointing out why we have women’s best interests on our side. 

Segue to one particular pic on the DOMAI site – where we both viewed a picture of a nude woman sitting on a floor with her knees up to her chin, her labia clearly in view.  My dear sister-friend mentioned that the woman was very pretty, but seeing her labia was distracting.  I thought differently (of course), and that seeing her labia was wonderful and showed a sign of confidence.  I mentioned the conversation to my Dear Husband, and he naturally summed our disagreements up in a single statement like he usually does due to his daily word quota:

“You two just have different tastes.  What’s the big deal?”

Well, he’s right.  We do.  I’m bisexual – and it would stand to reason that I liked seeing the beauty of a naked woman because I’m attracted to it.  I was curious if it went deeper than that, and that perhaps there is a point to my friend’s reaction to the labia that was worth exploring. 

She’d said at one point, “Why show her labia?  It doesn’t define HER.” 

She’s right.  She’s absolutely right.  I decided to shed my POV for some time and meditate on her opinion, for I do try as much as possible to give my dissenters an audience.  What I discovered was an appreciation for culturally where we are in terms of how we value women – still, in the 21st century – as either castrated males in the workforce or as mindless vessels for baby-making and mothering or for providing holes for males to masturbate in.   The angry feminista bubbled up again to the surface, and I began to fully appreciate where my dear friend was coming from.  We still have as a culture a very neurotic obsession with the human vulva.  It’s private; it’s dirty; it’s best not talking about it; it’s where women bleed; it’s where we give birth; it houses the clitoris as the one human organ designed specifically for sexual pleasure……aesthetically, it’s extraordinary too, looking and feeling like delicate flower petals of a rose or a lotus – blooming open during arousal revealing ever more mystery and beauty beyond in the vagina.

Not only are our sexual organs powerful physically, but they are powerful symbolically as well.  Currently, talking about pussy usually tends to either evoke mostly school boy fascination and humor or mostly embarrassment and shame in women.  I think this profund lack of reverence for the female genitalia is what my dear friend recognizes culturally, and she is rightly sensitive to it. 

It’s a lot to appreciate.  Yes, we do have quite a ways to go.  But I’ll still like viewing labia regardless of what my dear friend thinks.



Azakel says:

Well from a guys point of view if you don’t mind. I see really nothing wrong with it(though I have also grown to see nothing wrong with the male stuff being there in tasteful picture). And that the thing, it’s a tasteful picture right? It not like it something messed up like Hustler?



msbrown224 says:

I read this, then thought about it from a male perspective. Am I defined by my genitalia?

In part, yes. But I am a construct of many different things. Another part of the construct is social; how others define me is an intricate part of who I am. Do others define me through my penis? I bet they do…

But no one is wholly their genitals. That’s ignoring something important.

Still, I love seeing someone with an emphasis on their man or womanhood. It is as artistic as any other part.



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