Naming our vaginas had really not occurred to most of us in the discussion. I proposed that perhaps this was because they are so much a part of us, so integrated a body part, that the thought of giving it a separate name is alien. The grown-ups from my parents' generation agreed with me: evidently I'd given voice to something they couldn't articulate. We digressed into how the penis is a commonly nicknamed body part, and perhaps this is because it is physically more isolated from the body, as well as having a mind of its own. (This was what prompted the penis puppet discusion.) I do, however, lecture my uterus, on cramps and menstrual timing. I demonstrated some of the lectures, much to the general gigglishness.
I learned that I may want to opt for herbal progesterone cream to apply on the outside of my body rather than doing hormone replacement therapy, to smooth out the menopause.
easalle showed up, wearing wings, and a pretty shiny rainbow skirt!! We were all excellently glad to see her. She gave me a lift home. I'm seriously thinking about doing the bellydancing, because it sounds like a lot of fun.
After I got home, my roommatesister and I went out on a walk to a store up the road to replace a certain bit of equipment. Damn flimsy plastic shit. This was her annual "I will spoil my entire household" moment with the tax refunds, so I got some shiny things. On our way back, we got interesting assorted edibles.
It was a good evening.