deliciously vulgar
From the category archives:
Somewhere along the way I seem to have become the go-to person for all things related to vagina. The emails and blog comments I get are just, well, vulva-tastic. So, when I found out that Stript Wax Bar here in San Francisco offers a Vajacial service that’s basically a facial for your post-Brazilian waxed vagina, [...]
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I work from home, but not really. I “work from home,” but mostly I work from a coffee shop because being in the apartment all day makes me insaneface and I’m already insaneface enough as it is and also the access to unlimited iced tea is just too tempting to ignore. So I work from [...]
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I’d like to start by telling you that I’m so exhausted and so hungover and so sore that I think I might actually be dead. Like, really really dead. Like, rainbow dead. Like, this blog post might not really be happening because I might not really be happening because last week Jamie thought it was [...]
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Once upon a time, a company called Savvy Avenue asked Jamie and I if we wanted to take a free introductory fire dancing class here in San Francisco and what I heard, because I’m all over the place and therefore not the world’s best listener, was “Free!” and “Fire!” and I was like, “Yeah, I [...]
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Sometimes I hate things. Like broccoli. And scented deodorant. And horror movies. And forgetting to buy toilet paper before I run out of toilet paper which means I’m forced to choose between using a really rough paper towel that makes my vagina angry or those tiny little cotton squares we have for makeup removal that [...]
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