Okay, everyone. Let's not panic. If everyone can just form an orderly line towards my vagina, I think everything will be okay.

Wow. That was scary. It wasn't until I was ass-up over my new couch that I realized "Oh right, this is FUN! My genitals enjoy stimulation! My brain is feeling pleasure! I am connecting with another human being on a non-superficial level!".

How could I forget that? I guess it was a mix of all the general craziness that has happened over the last month - living at home with MW, then having to move suddenly, then his grandmother passing away... were the perfect conditions for a sexual Sahara.

It unnerves me to think that after MW arrived, I was simply enjoying MW. I loved that he was with me again, being annoying and goofy and wonderful. The thought that he had a penis never crossed my mind. It was only after he pulled me off the couch (where I was settling in to watch ER) and well.... re-introduced me to Mr. Boom-Boom that everything started to come back to me.

It wasn't just a mental thing, though. Part way through coitus, when I was....well.... really starting to enjoy myself - it happened. No, not a queef. It was a leg cramp, fool. It was one helluva one, too. I'm still feeling it this morning. I managed to fight (fuck?) through the pain, but it was definitely distracting.

So, despite working with fairly conservative, non-offensive types, I will have to remember my vagina. As a matter of fact, I just got something to help do exactly that. Smart Balls! I think this will help achieve the Renaissance my vagina so clearly needs.