I’ve never been someone who is completely comfortable talking about sex. I’ve never had girlfriends that I would giggle with about penis-size or orgasms, never really talked about “first times” with any of my close friends in high school, and I still don’t really have conversations about sex now with any of my girlfriends. It’s not that I was afraid to talk about it; I didn’t avoid the conversations intentionally. But it was almost like somehow, people just knew not to talk to me about sex.
And I think being able to talk about sex comfortably has been a huge part of tackling my vaginismus. I’m not an outwardly sexual person. It’s just not something I’m really good at talking about.
But when I was in university, I came across a women’s movement that really struck a chord with me. I came across The Vagina Monologues. A pair of women came into my Women in Literature class, so that they could let everyone know about the upcoming auditions they were holding for the play. I didn’t know much about it, but I knew I needed to be involved. So, I auditioned. And I was cast. And for the next 8 years, I was involved in The Vagina Monologues in some way, shape or form including acting in it, directing it, producing it, promoting it, and stage managing it. I did it all. I just had this need to be involved and to connect with other women about this important “sex stuff.”
The Vagina Monologues opened a door for me, and got me talking about sex. Granted, I am still a little uncomfortable when it comes to talking about things of a sexual nature, but I am so grateful for the ease and familiarity that The Vagina Monologues gave to me, when it comes to my own vagina and it’s magical workings. If you haven’t read the book, or seen the play – go do it. You won’t regret it.