A friend on my support group posted this poem she wrote on vaginismus. I think it’s pretty funny and uplifting.
When my body said no to you, what did you do?
That look on your face said ‘aw honey, we’re through’
No encouragement, or hugs, or words of support
Getting laid … THAT was your primary thought
I wasn’t a human, a person, a friend
But a hole for your pleasure, that was all, in the end
You spineless, insensitive, moronic fool
You thought you could bed me using only your tool?
All that smooth talk and flattery, I could tell they were lies
You gave that away by the look in your eyes
Your inflated ego tells you you’re a good catch
Your body language and words, well they didn’t match
Once it was flattering to be considered a hot chick
But the men I attract only think with their dick
A psychological chastity belt, with combination lock
The code is in the head and the heart – not just a cock
It protects me from harm and wrongful intention
Vaginismus is great for ‘Wrong Man Detection’
DAMN RIGHT!!… Ok, I have to go draw my vulva now. *Sigh*
