VaginaGate

Eu, anul meu superior in liceu. Nu am facut atatea poze la scoala.

„Stacy, aratati ca si cum ai putea sa sugi pula … dar pasarica e gunoi”, a iesit Fernando Thompson in sala de mese a scolii noastre. Stateam la o masa; statea la o alta masa din fata mea. sergiowmth688.huicopper.com El a fost in clasa mea. Eram studenti in al zecelea rand.

M-am uitat fix la el. M-am uitat la dintii sai. M-am uitat la unibrow. M-am uitat la blugii sai de pe piata purici, dar nu am spus nimic. Aceasta a fost strategia mea oricand imi mentiona cineva la vagin la scoala. beckettgnzt818.timeforchangecounselling.com

Oamenii vorbeau despre vaginul meu la scoala, pentru ca am lasat un baiat de la scoala unui baiat din apropiere sa-si puna mainile in chilotii mei, la petrecerea pe plaja a colegului meu de clasa in vara precedenta. Le-a spus oamenilor ca vaginul meu mirosea rau. Numele lui era Kwame si era pe atunci iubitul meu.

Prima data cand am vazut pe Kwame a fost un an de bob. Kwame l-a facut pe prietenul nostru reciproc, Jack, sa treaca prin trei sali de sport conectate la turneul de baschet al liceului meu pentru a-mi spune ca Kwame „mi-a placut”.

Am aruncat o privire pe Jack pentru a vedea cum arata prietenul sau, Kwame.

– Ma, sunt drept, am spus. penzu.com Nu era urat, dar nu era suficient de dragut ca sa ma intereseze.

„Dar iti place foarte mult”, a pledat Jack. El era hotarat sa mearga inapoi la Kwame cu numarul meu de telefon scris pe o bucata de hartie.

– Nu stiu, Jack, am spus.

– Pai … pbase.com si daca-i iau numarul si ti-l dau? ” Intreba Jack.

“E bine, presupun.” Parea un compromis sigur.

Asa ca Jack s-a intors peste sala spre Kwame pentru a-si scrie numarul de telefon. Jack apoi se intoarse din nou peste sala pentru a-mi da o hartie cu numarul de telefon. Kwame ramase in cealalta parte a salii de sport.

Am privit in jos pe hartie. prolessonworks6.lucialpiazzale.com

„KWAME 203-387-1111”, a citit.

“Ce este asta?” L-am intrebat pe Jack.

“Ce este?”

– Un Kwaym? Am incercat sa-i spun numele. Am spus-o asa ca a rimat cu cuvantul „acelasi”.

Jack chicoti. – Nu, este Kwah-May, a spus el.

Mi-am rostogolit ochii. mrlessonmaster6.timeforchangecounselling.com Nu am avut timp pentru acest tip cu acest nume de mare intretinere.

„Cred ca voi, intr-adevar, va veti dori unul cu celalalt”, a spus Jack. „Amandoi sunteti amuzanti.”

“De unde va stiti unul pe celalalt?” I-am ignorat comentariul.

“Baschet. Jucam AAU impreuna “, a spus Jack. – Il vei numi Stace? Stace il chema! ” Jack mi-a spus aratand armele aeriene in timp ce mergea din nou prin sala de mana spre Kwame. www.tripline.net

Pana la urma am ajuns destul de curios sa-l sun pe Kwame. Nu stiam atunci ca trebuia sa evit barbatii care isi lasau prietenii sa vorbeasca pentru ei. Mama lui a luat telefonul.

“Buna, pot sa vorbesc cu K-Kwam … nu?” Chiar incercam sa nu macelarie acest nume, am crezut ca mama lui a creat-o. www.kiva.org

„Kwame! Telefon!” Striga mama lui. Am auzit picioarele lui Kwame mergand spre telefon.

Apoi am auzit din nou glasul mamei sale. Vorbea jos.

– Kwame, exista o fata la telefon. Cine este fata asta?”

„Moooommmm stop!” Spuse Kwame frustrat.

Puse telefonul la ureche. youcoachhub3.godaddysites.com

“Salut?” Era prima data cand auzeam vocea lui Kwame.

– Buna, este Stacy de la Hopkins … prietenul lui Jack.

In saptamanile urmatoare am discutat la telefon in orice moment al zilei si al noptii. Cu o seara inainte de ultima zi de scoala, am stat la telefon pana cand a venit timpul sa fac un dus si sa ma pregatesc pentru scoala. writeablog.net De multe ori am urmarit aceleasi emisiuni TV impreuna la telefon. Eram chiar la telefon in noaptea in care accidentul auto a ucis printesa Diana.

Uneori, Kwame a avut conversatii intense despre filozofiile noastre din clasa a noua. Nu credea ca fetele trebuie sa poarte adidasi, ci mai degraba sa imbrace pantofi, cizme si sandale. Stia ca nu va merge niciodata la un colegiu negru, pentru ca a spus ca va fi mai angajat ca absolvent al unui colegiu predominant alb. De asemenea, nu-i placeau fetele care purtau tesaturi. Chiar daca purtam adesea adidasi, stiam ca intr-o buna zi voi participa la un colegiu istoric negru si uneori imi placea sa port parul dintr-unul dintre costumele mele de dans ca pe un ponytail, cumva credeam ca va face un iubit decent. pbase.com Asa ca am devenit un cuplu, ceea ce pana la urma ne-a dus la intalnirea la petrecerea pe plaja.

Petrecerea s-a petrecut chiar la sfarsitul anului de inceput. Prietena mea Rachel si cu mine am fost impreuna la petrecere. Iubitul ei, care era prieten cu Kwame, a intalnit-o si ea acolo. Dupa ce ne-am gasit cu totii la plaja, Rachel si cu mine am plecat pentru a separa parti ale plajei cu prietenii nostri.

Kwame si cu mine ne-am oprit din mers dupa cateva secunde. Ne-am sarutat. topinfolist2.shutterfly.com Mi s-a parut ca a incercat sa-si puna intreaga limba in gura. Mi-a desfacut blugii. Le-am decupat. Si-a pus mana in chilotii mei florali, maronii, pe care mama mi-a cumparat-o de la Victoria’s Secret intr-una dintre cele 5 pentru vanzari de 25 de dolari. Genul lui Kwame si-a fluturat degetele peste partile fetei mele si apoi si-a eliberat mainile din blugii mei. Intreaga intalnire a durat aproximativ cinci minute si s-a simtit foarte stiintifica. Nu a fost nimic romantic cu privire la aceasta sesiune de machiaj la plaja. giphy.com A fost ca si cum am avea o lista de relatii de facut, iar aceasta a fost o sarcina de care aveam nevoie pentru a ne depasi.

Nu am vorbit la telefon cateva zile dupa sedinta noastra pe plaja, ceea ce a fost ciudat. Apoi am primit un telefon de la prietenul sau, care a fost si el la biserica mea, spunand ca Kwame a decis sa se desparta de mine. Am o incercare pe care Kwame o asculta la apel. Acest lucru a fost inapoi atunci cand apelurile in trei sensuri si „faceti clic peste” a fost un lucru important pentru telefoanele din casa.

La scurt timp dupa apelul telefonic de la despartire, Kwame m-a sunat cateva zile mai tarziu si mi-a spus ca sunt urat. Nu a spus cum, asa ca pentru toata vara, habar n-aveam de ce a spus asta. canvas.instructure.com Dar acesta era un Kwame clasic – avea sa starneasca probleme si apoi sa alerge. Kwame era tipul de baiat care imi va chema casa, dar daca tatal meu ar ridica, va inchide telefonul.

Nu am primit niciun raspuns pana cand a inceput scoala din nou si am fost sustinatori.

Conform barfelor din clasa a zecea de acum 20 de ani, Rachel si-a facut impreuna cu iubitul in acelasi timp in care eram cu Kwame la petrecerea pe plaja. Cand iubitul lui Kwame si Rachel s-au reunit, si-au mirosit degetele si au discutat rezultatele. Aparent, Rachel mirosea a butterscotch .. oglosimy.pl . si se pare ca nu.

Kwame told our mutual friends at my school, and his words spread quickly. It felt like people were always whispering about my vagina. We had a student lounge at our school, and every time I walked into the lounge, people stop talking and/or start snickering. The most obnoxious of the bunch were Fernando, of course, and another classmate named Leah. I’m sure if Instagram existed back then, they would have made countless memes about me. spencerndku098.wordpress.com The crazy part was that there were so many things that I could have ranked on Fernando and Leah about…especially Leah. I could have teased her about her pimply skin, her hair that she forced into a baby ponytail every day, or her weight…but I never did. I just waited for them to stop.

There was only one girl, who had enough courage to confront me and ask me straight up what happened. We were waiting for our parents to pick us up after school one day.

“Did you let Kwame finger you?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said confidently. answers.informer.com

“Well he’s telling everyone you stink,” she said, just like that. She never talked to me again after that.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t have any words. I felt betrayed by Kwame, embarrassed that the girl brought it to me like that, even if she was the only person to confront me. I also felt betrayed by my classmates, who were supposedly my friends, but ditched our friendships for a good laugh. I was humiliated. www.openlearning.com They were laughing.

My ex-friends insisting that I had a smelly vagina seemed like too big of a mountain move. I was already dealing with other mountains. My parents were splitting up, my great-grandmother, the matriarch of my family, had died, and I was still adjusting to my grandmother’s death from the previous year. Dodging vaginal disses at the same time was a lot.

I did not care about how complex vaginas were at the time and that practically anything could throw off their scent – new soap, old soap, medication, foods, beverages, using new laundry detergent on towels, not washing enough, excessive washing, physical activity, tight pants, the days before your period, the days after your period, your actual period, wearing panties at night, a cold or other illness…I didn’t care. Neither did my classmates. devinzhnw377.creatorlink.net

“The pum pum is so unforgiving,” my friend once said, imitating her Jamaican mother.

The truth was that I did wash my ass before I met Kwame at the beach that day. I was excited about hooking up with him. I felt very prepared. But according to Kwame and a bunch of my classmates, I was not. According to them, I was this smelly chick.

Everything eventually died down by my junior year, but sophomore year was hell to say the least. prolifebook1.huicopper.com Because of my experience with Kwame, I wouldn’t let any guy near any part of my body. I didn’t want to give anyone the opportunity to agree with Kwame’s findings.

I had like three or four more boyfriends in high school and talked to other guys on the phone, but I never let any of them touch me. I only let a select one or two kiss me. And if any boy in the state of Connecticut didn’t like me or wasn’t interested in me, I automatically assumed it was because they heard what Kwame said about me. I felt marked. I didn’t let anyone touch me again for years…not until I got to college, and I met this guy named Michael.

Kwame and I somehow remained friends for another year after the VaginaGate scandal. He was even bold enough to start dating my friend Tanya. I didn’t say anything, but as retaliation I kept talking to him and going on dates with him and never letting him touch me. He would often try to convince me to lose my virginity to him. Yeah right. I would tell Leah all of this, knowing that she would tell Tanya. It warmed my heart every time Kwame and Tanya broke up. Rumor also has it that Leah liked him too. She went to his house one day and gave him head after school. Can I remind you that Leah and Tanya were my friends before Kwame came into the picture?

My sophomore year in high school was the year that I learned about loyalty.

A few years ago, my friend and I were bridesmaids together in a wedding. We were dressed and ready to go, but she put on a few more layers of deodorant before we left the hotel.

“I just want to make sure I smell good,” she said.

“Yeah, but that much Monica? Do you really need that much deodorant?” I asked staring at her white armpits that clashed against our peach dresses.

“When I was in elementary school, I started wearing deodorant after I knew that I needed deodorant,” she said. “I was the smelly kid in class. No one forgets the smelly kid in class.”

Actually, I think it’s really us – the so-called “smellies”-  who don’t forget.

I think of Kwame every time I use a baby wipe.

Comments

comments