I am so delighted with the renewed interest in the Pussy Pride Project as a result of the recent press it received in Salon.com. If you want to know more about the project, how to join in and see a full list of the people who have so far contributed then visit The Pussy Pride page.
I am always amazed when people send me their words and images for the project. When someone you don’t know suddenly gets in touch out of the blue and say, please will you post this for me, and they confide in me tales of trauma, love, joy, happiness and a myriad of other things I always feel honoured and privileged that they trusted me enough and were moved enough by the project to want to take part. To all those people all I have is to say thank you, it means a great deal to me and every post is a vital building block of the project.
Mollyxxx
My Pussy By Honey
For someone who has been sexually active from an early age and who is already in her 40’s, thinking about my pussy was something that, for most of my life, I had never spent much time on. Up until recently, my pussy had been just a very useful part of me. A part of me that I enjoyed for what I could do with it. A part that I was pleased could be used for giving me, and others, great pleasure. Just not a part of me that I gave much thought to. To be honest, over the years I have had a lot of disassociation with my body for a variety of reasons. I am glad that is past because that lack of connection not only diminished the quality of my shared experiences, but also prevented me from feeling the intense emotional joy that can come with physical pleasure.
That changed when, as part of a whole host of changes, I started taking photos of myself. I guess that was the first time that I was confronted with the up close and personal view. I remember, when I was trying to take an up-skirt shot, being frustrated that my labia just seemed to be in the way. I had a vision in my head of what that picture should look like, and the vision didn’t resemble me. Following on from that over the next few months, I saw other photos where my labia seemed to dangle too noticeably. I started to pay more attention to myself and that included my pussy.
I changed my view. Instead of being happy with what I could do with my pussy and what I could feel, I started to properly explore. I began to get to know my pussy and started to see its beauty.
Now, I am seriously proud of my pussy. It is beautiful. I used to furrow my brow at the way that my labia were so obvious. Now I celebrate the way that they open to show the treasure below. I love how slick I become with my own juices and the way my pussy shines invitingly when wet. I love the feeling as my fingers explore. I love the feeling of his fingers or tongue there even more. I adore the way my pussy responds to touch, or even just to ideas. I adore the fact that the lightest tease or the heaviest pounding both send shock-waves of joy through my body thanks to my oh-so-versatile pussy. In fact, I have even changed the way that I think of my pussy. Now, unless I am worried about being judged for my choice of words, I always call it my cunt. My wonderful, juicy cunt. I don’t feel self-conscious about how it looks. I know it is beautiful and glorious and is an absolute delight to me.
