It is The Second Awakening, by the glorious C.L. Minou, and it is a blog that you will like! Because it is very amazing. This entry, specifically, is one of the better pieces of writing the Interweblogosphere has produced lately. Because, if you are me, and you are maybe a little over the whole “I Have a Vagina: Let Me Tell You About It, Because It Is There, and a Vagina” genre (no offense, ladies with vaginas! It is just a thing that we have various monologues for at this point!), well, C.L. is here to tell you: it is, in fact, possible to produce a REALLY SUPER ENTRY on that topic, in this day and age, mostly by being super honest, and a fantastic writer, which C.L. Minou just so happens to be:
I see my vagina at least three times a day, and usually six, and can look forward to a long future of regularly saying hi to my down there.
My vagina is a bit different than other women’s, as a consequence of my not having been born with one.
One of the things you learn about, if you are transsexual and if you are thinking about having The Surgery (italicization was really unnecessary, wasn’t it? I mean, if I mention surgery I know where your head is going to go) is about the D-Word–dilation. It’s one of the aftercare things they don’t tell you about back when you first realize that you want to be female, not that you’d have told anyone, at least, not if you were me.
The commonplace that nature abhors a vacuum works on my neo-vagina as well: left to its own devices, my body would fill it in gradually, like silt in a canal. (Ick.) So everyday, three times a day right now, I have to–well, dilate it: put something inside to hold the shape and gradually convince my body that it’s supposed to be there.