Sometimes I think I can be almost as interested in a pair of knickers as I am in what’s inside them (though it’s the knowledge of what’s inside that gives the garment its erotic charge). Why anyone would want to deny themselves such pleasure I can’t imagine. It seems like an odd kind of puritanism.
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There has been a rash of media reports lately about labiaplasty (plastic surgery performed in order to “improve” the appearance of the visible part of the v****a). The number of procedures being performed has risen considerably, especially among younger women, giving rise to speculation as to the reasons, and to discussion of the issues involved.
(I’m not a medical man, and since I like to call a spade a spade I’m moving into the vernacular now.) Several commentators have expressed the
