Do women ever talk to their "privates"? I mean really now! Men do so how about you females?

I have nothing to say to you or my private parts!

nope...can´t say I have ever had a conversation with my vagina...and when I do,...lol I had better be on stellazine.....lol

WTF is stellazine? Can I buy it over the counter?

stellazine is an antipsychotic drug...and no you can´t buy it otc...you´ll need a script....lol

Vagina monologues?

Do pussy farts count here?

OP you have GOT to be a man.


What SEG said!!

Lilly...... your powers of observation are astounding to think the OP might be a man. I am amzed I really am!

amazed that is

Harumph,harumph,no we upper echelons never co-mingle,fraternize or talk to the privates.

no, but I play with mine a lot!

My vagina once spoke to me. In a real teenie weenie voice it told me that soon someone was going to break the cherry. At the time I didnt know what cherry was. I dint give it much attention until Mr. Right came along and...... well..... broke my damned CHERRY!!!!!

I ask mine what it needs and it says that it wants a REAL man. I´m still searching.

Sally! Sally! Im here! Im here! Your search is over darling!!!!!!

My ex girlfriend used to talk to her privates all the time. She would bend way over as far as she could and shout " Im gone get you a real man someday!" I think her name was Sally or something like that!

ditto

what SEG said...

Nope.

OP

Just WHAT do men say to their penises?

We have very deep talks with our erogenous zones my dear! Why, once Mr. Friendly and I talked for hours about the beauty of sunsets. Most of my best conversations are with my lil buddy who never sleeps. He is my pal and companion. I hope we never part!

Another no OP

And I seceond what Merl said.

What DO men say when they talk to their penis?

"Just WHAT do men say to their penises?"


We should be careful what questions we ask, they may try to actually answer them!!

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T H E_VA G I N A__M O N O L O G U E S

BY EVE ENSLER

BY SARA KELLY | F or some of us, a little vagina goes a long way. Most of us, however, are not Eve Ensler, the woman behind "The Vagina Monologues." For Ensler, not even the limits of the human constitution can keep a determined vagina down. And that, in essence, is the point of this literary adaptation of her Obie-winning one-woman show. Assembled in seemingly random fashion from interviews with "a diverse group of over two hundred women about their vaginas," the monologues, their author contends, are for our own good. The intent is purely missionary -- to reclaim the much-maligned "vagina" for women the same way the gay community has reclaimed the term "queer."

It is with great pride and purpose that Ensler invokes the "V" word. Like a precocious child, she repeats those telltale three syllables guaranteed to get a rise out of the grown-ups. "I say ´vagina,´" she explains, "because I want people to respond." And they respond, she says, because they know they shouldn´t. Since learning the word´s liberating power for herself as an adult, Ensler has hardly tired of its cryptic joys. "I say it in my sleep," she boasts. "I say it because I´m not supposed to say it. I say it because it´s an invisible word -- a word that stirs up anxiety, awkwardness, contempt and disgust."

"The Vagina Monologues" is comprised of roughly 15 thematically linked pieces (the number varies depending on whether you count the "vagina facts," dedications, explanations and musings that punctuate the interviews).

Two, "Jewish Queens accent" and "English accent," are introduced with a semblance of stage directions. Others launch directly into diary entries or unbroken lists of interviewees´ responses to Ensler´s questions. "If your vagina could talk, what would it say?" asks the author. "If your vagina got dressed, what would it wear?" "What does a vagina smell like?" The responses range from pithy to banal. "Yum, yum," "Oh, yeah" and "Is that you?" say interviewees who mentally dress their "sexy"- and "wet garbage"-smelling vaginas in everything from "a pinafore" to "a slicker."

"The Vagina Monologues" is by turns confessional and voyeuristic. It´s hard to know, for instance, just how to respond to the tragic tale of a Bosnian rape camp survivor ("... they took turns for seven days ... smelling like feces and smoked meat, they left their dirty sperm inside me ...") when juxtaposed with a vignette about a woman who experienced her first orgasm in a hands-on tutorial called "The Vagina Workshop" ("I felt connection, calling connection as I lay there thrashing about on my little blue mat ..."). Ensler is, at the very least, egalitarian in achieving her mission. She treats such subjects as lesbian sex, birth, rape and child abuse with equal candor and respect. Whether her evenhanded treatment of such conflicting subjects shortchanges both is a matter best left to sex researchers and therapists.
SALON | Feb. 4, 1998

[link to archive.salon.com]

Being a man I can honestly say I have never spoken
to my member.

If I ever catch myself doing that;I´ll know it´s
time to get my head examined.

>Men do so how about you females?

What? What sort of freak talks to his dick?

BJ, according to Happy Pappy, he does...

I´ve never talked to my privates and my husband doesn´t talk to his, however, we do talk to each others!

Sally
12/11/2004
7:42 pm EST Re: Do women ever talk to their "privates"? I mean really now! Men do so how about you females?

I ask mine what it needs and it says that it wants a REAL man. I´m still searching.
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My ex girlfriend used to talk to her privates all the time. She would bend way over as far as she could and shout " Im gone get you a real man someday!" I think her name was Sally or something like that!




**Men do so how about you females?

What? What sort of freak talks to his dick?**

BJ, the kind that, "NEA-pet" them?

I talk to mine all the time but it ignores me. It thinks it is better than I am. The fucking cunt.

Men have a real problem; they have a member that seems to have a will of it´s own. It will rise up on it´s own in the strangest times and places without our logic or wishes. It is no wonder that men speak of dualality of the self, the devil in me, etc.etc. It is no wonder that men may give a little pet name to their third leg and at times give it a little pep talk or dressing down. WOMEN ARE ALL BUSINESS! WHORES, AS THE RESPONSE TO THIS THREAD HAS PROVEN!