Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Hello....
Thanks for visiting my page.....i am an African girl that was circumcised and this blog is all about celebrating our womanhood.....discovering true pleasure after reconstruction surgery of the clitorisss....free will to enjoy sex the way it was intended.....
My Pre-Surgery visit for clitorial reconstruction, ....why is this surgery important to me?Pleasure? Stop pain? e.t.c my answer...
i want the pain to stop....sex should be painless....except i want the pain intensionaly from my man.............
( crazy i know, it can get boring when it's all lovee..lovee sex )
March 27th, 6:30am Checked into the hospital...not scared but very happy....i was put in the same room with a girl that suffered the same plight as me...one i call my sister today...we laughed as we waited for our turn as the other girl, i also call my sister today was been operated on.....
Next time i opened my eyes......i was in the hospital room, surgery was over......no pain......still drowsy but excited enough to ask for mirrow to look at my treasure island....i see! it i said....... looking very red and swollen was my clitoris looking very vulnerable.......like a genie out of her bottle.....
My vagina looked different, but pretty enough to want, to show the other girls, i asked my sisters ( girls that also went for the surgery ).......you want to see it? they laughed but did take a look......
I have my clitoris out.....mirrow became my best friend as i couldn't help stearing at it...
Now i don't have to hate or envy other women.....I'm still healing and healing very very well.....
March 28 was a little sad because the one i needed more than anything, my love did not call... but i had support there....my little princess and my girls but it would have meant the whole world to me if he was there with me in person or walking with me over the phone....
Massage was for 1 hour and it felt sooo goooodd with the music and warm room.....i didn't want to live....but i couldn't risk been thrown out in the snow since there was a very big blizzard on the 26th and the whole place was covered in 3 inche snow....i walked with legs spead apart ( trying to avoid contact between my clits and thigh ) to my room upstairs....
April 6th Back to work after surgery....feeling so happy...with confidence of my new clits rubbing against my thigh, still swollen and very sensitive....i was looking at the every girl....thinking...you are no different from me now.....
You love sex......i love sex.....you had your clitoris out all this time....now i have mine and i'm sure my looks prettier than yours and more sensitive...... ( sily ah? don't blame me ) Thank God all this was going on in my head......
April 13th Thinking it's monday...i should look pretty...i got one of my baddest jeans ( is that even a word ? ) wore it forgetting my very "sensitive" clits.......
What a big mistake....like my African brothers.....i was pulling my pants from the crotch area all day.....My clits was on "high voltage"...i was jumping every second it touched my jeans.....
4:30pm thank God....almost time to go home, to rip the jeans off and release my clits....almost really doesn't count....pls dear God make it 5pm already pleasssssse......
It's easy now taking care of myself....wash with warm...cold water....and massage the labia...clits with aquaphor....good bonding time with my treasure that's been buried under my skin......
April 20......3 weeks after my surgery...my clits is healing perfectly well....no more of that funny itchy feeling...which i always dread to itch, so as not to hurt myself and send myself back to the ER.....now wouldn't that be funny....i arrive at the ER, they ask what's the proplem? i have this sheepish look on my face....i'm here because i busted my stitches on my clits....
Now i can only imagine the look that innocent souls face....stitcthes on your clits? so to save me all that embarrsement, i would only do the patting....like you part your weave on your head......God it feels sooooo goooood.......
Fresh skin has formed over my clits.....gone is that soft skin that constantly Would stick to my underware....which made me decide not to wear any underwear until i'm completely healed....i choose to wear pretty long dresses, very longgg not to pull a brit, brit on anyone or expose my treasure island....
April 23rd......i got a surprise call from Dr. Marci.......she called to check how i was healing, feeling and doing......i had good news, was not depressed, my clits no longer dictates to me what to wear and what not to, like that chick Stacy London? on TLC.....
Thanks for visiting my page.....i am an African girl that was circumcised and this blog is all about celebrating our womanhood.....discovering true pleasure after reconstruction surgery of the clitorisss....free will to enjoy sex the way it was intended.....
My Pre-Surgery visit for clitorial reconstruction, ....why is this surgery important to me?Pleasure? Stop pain? e.t.c my answer...
i want the pain to stop....sex should be painless....except i want the pain intensionaly from my man.............
( crazy i know, it can get boring when it's all lovee..lovee sex )
March 27th, 6:30am Checked into the hospital...not scared but very happy....i was put in the same room with a girl that suffered the same plight as me...one i call my sister today...we laughed as we waited for our turn as the other girl, i also call my sister today was been operated on.....
Next time i opened my eyes......i was in the hospital room, surgery was over......no pain......still drowsy but excited enough to ask for mirrow to look at my treasure island....i see! it i said....... looking very red and swollen was my clitoris looking very vulnerable.......like a genie out of her bottle.....
My vagina looked different, but pretty enough to want, to show the other girls, i asked my sisters ( girls that also went for the surgery ).......you want to see it? they laughed but did take a look......
I have my clitoris out.....mirrow became my best friend as i couldn't help stearing at it...
Now i don't have to hate or envy other women.....I'm still healing and healing very very well.....
March 28 was a little sad because the one i needed more than anything, my love did not call... but i had support there....my little princess and my girls but it would have meant the whole world to me if he was there with me in person or walking with me over the phone....
Massage was for 1 hour and it felt sooo goooodd with the music and warm room.....i didn't want to live....but i couldn't risk been thrown out in the snow since there was a very big blizzard on the 26th and the whole place was covered in 3 inche snow....i walked with legs spead apart ( trying to avoid contact between my clits and thigh ) to my room upstairs....
April 6th Back to work after surgery....feeling so happy...with confidence of my new clits rubbing against my thigh, still swollen and very sensitive....i was looking at the every girl....thinking...you are no different from me now.....
You love sex......i love sex.....you had your clitoris out all this time....now i have mine and i'm sure my looks prettier than yours and more sensitive...... ( sily ah? don't blame me ) Thank God all this was going on in my head......
April 13th Thinking it's monday...i should look pretty...i got one of my baddest jeans ( is that even a word ? ) wore it forgetting my very "sensitive" clits.......
What a big mistake....like my African brothers.....i was pulling my pants from the crotch area all day.....My clits was on "high voltage"...i was jumping every second it touched my jeans.....
4:30pm thank God....almost time to go home, to rip the jeans off and release my clits....almost really doesn't count....pls dear God make it 5pm already pleasssssse......
It's easy now taking care of myself....wash with warm...cold water....and massage the labia...clits with aquaphor....good bonding time with my treasure that's been buried under my skin......
April 20......3 weeks after my surgery...my clits is healing perfectly well....no more of that funny itchy feeling...which i always dread to itch, so as not to hurt myself and send myself back to the ER.....now wouldn't that be funny....i arrive at the ER, they ask what's the proplem? i have this sheepish look on my face....i'm here because i busted my stitches on my clits....
Now i can only imagine the look that innocent souls face....stitcthes on your clits? so to save me all that embarrsement, i would only do the patting....like you part your weave on your head......God it feels sooooo goooood.......
Fresh skin has formed over my clits.....gone is that soft skin that constantly Would stick to my underware....which made me decide not to wear any underwear until i'm completely healed....i choose to wear pretty long dresses, very longgg not to pull a brit, brit on anyone or expose my treasure island....
April 23rd......i got a surprise call from Dr. Marci.......she called to check how i was healing, feeling and doing......i had good news, was not depressed, my clits no longer dictates to me what to wear and what not to, like that chick Stacy London? on TLC.....
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