Pudenda is just such an unattractive-sounding word, all pendulous and droopy and faintly grey-sounding.
My default term for the whole apparatus is, I am faintly embarrassed to admit, cooter or cootch, but my actual favorite terms are cunnie and quim.
(Dude, SORRY. But I really had to.)
S'ok. It was a prime opportunity. I knew it was gonna happen!
You are at once charmingly white-trash AND medieval, pussy-wise!
I think pudenda sounds bouncy. A bit bouncier than I'd like, really.
My mother's favourite nose-in-the-air term was underpinnings. She's quaint some times.
Krav alert:
The Tyra Banks Show
"Surviving a violent attack" A team of experts teaches young women how to save their lives in the critical seconds following a violent attack.
Tonight at 5 in my market--one of the instructors in my instructor group will be appearing on it.
Which reminds, me, I asked our Jessi about her appearance on the psychic show Alibelle mentioned, and she was terribly self-conscious. And surprised it had already aired. And amused that I knew the name of the show as soon as she told me the station.
I think pudenda sounds bouncy. A bit bouncier than I'd like, really.
It makes me thing of pudding.
Which is, I think, horribly wrong.
I am embarrassed by how long it took me to get the proper meaning out of this sentence I read in a book recently. A guy asks his brother about his most recent date.
The brother says "Eh. She thinks eating out means no dishes."
Buffista or not, still took me a sec.
Which is, I think, horribly wrong.
Any specific sort of pudding? That could make or break it, I think.
I like jasmine rice a whole lot.