In my never ending quest to understand women and the mysterious organ they possess, I recently checked “THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES” out of the library. For those unaware, a one-woman play of the same name was a huge hit on Broadway almost 20 years ago. The book and the play are comprised of interviews and observations made respectively by a woman and women concerning their relationship with that “down there” part of their anatomy.
In one especially disturbing anecdote, a 72-year old interviewee revealed that in her budding sexual maturity, the woman had gone out on a date with a man who wheeled and put an aggressive make on her while they were both in his car. So turned on was she by the advance that the woman’s vagina gushed liquid and left a puddle on the man’s seat. So freaked out was he by the display that he drove her home – never to call her again! And so freaked out was she as well that was effectively the end of her sex life! Finally, at age 72 she’d revealed this secret to the interviewer.
Nowadays, a squirter is a rare and cherished commodity among “men about town.” Women with this singular gift are lauded and featured in pornography. A true squirter is difficult to find and when she is, the woman ascends to a lofty height in the sexual realm. But it wasn’t like that 50 years ago. She was made to feel like a freak and shut down for the rest of her life as a result! How unfortunate and unfair is that?
I myself have experienced a few squirters in my lifetime. While it’s not my thing (too messy), I didn’t have a problem with it to the point that I ran away in disgust. Hey! Some guys cum a gallon…and some guys dribble. Women are the same way!
As far as my understanding of women and their special organ, I’m not sure I came away with any more knowledge on either subject after reading this book. All that really stuck in my mind was the aforementioned anecdote – which I found downright haunting – and worthy of note for this blog.