So here’s something we don’t talk about enough as women.
Queefs. Yep. Vuh jay jay toots. You know you know what I’m talking about. (Before you go thinking “there goes that moosh lady sharing TMI again” it was the Canadians that started it. And the Canadians will finish it too, I’m not about to get TOO detailed on the subject because, well, it’s kinda embarrassing and in case you don’t remember I’ve had enough embarrassment for 2007.
There was a comment on this particular post about yoga queefs. These are the queefs I wish to cover momentarily. I have taken up yoga recently and have found that I have an amazing natural ability for contorting and holding myself in fairly unnatural positions. Frog? Cake. Swan? Easy. Full Lotus? First try. Needle? You betcha.
And while the name of the queef all yoga move is plow, the name doesn’t do it justice. I’m sure you’ve all seen it. While lying on your back you throw your hips over your head so your legs are straight and your toes are touching the ground behind you.
Talk about first row seat to your own queefing ability.
If I keep this up I’m going to Dooce myself from the Y.