Another gem from DTG’s archives: In the eye of the beholder

Like a lot of women DTG once thought her vulva is ugly or freakish. That’s ok, I used to think my erect penis was deformed — enough so that the first time I let someone touch me I nearly wept with fright. It curved up instead of sticking straight out like… well, like I sort of figured it was supposed to. Enough so that I was sort of stunned that she didn’t recoil in horror. Enough so that it didn’t occur to me that a) she’d never seen one either or that b) I had no rational basis for believing I was anything other than normal.

So when I read:

I always thought my pussy was kind of ugly.

For years I even suspected I was a freak of nature because my inner lips protrude slightly between my outer lips, whereas the few other girls I saw when I was growing up had tight, tidy little slits. That bit of angst ended the day I saw a Penthouse centrefold with a pussy just like mine. But I still thought it was kind of ugly.

...

Cut to my lovers, pattering about naked with their cocks flopping in their bushes and their wrinkly sacks wagging. Out of context, the male package looks bizarre. But to a well-fucked woman like me, it’s a living pleasure machine, perfectly formed to bliss me out, and so of course endlessly desirable.

... I totally understood.

Turns out DTG was wrong. Turns out I was wrong. I haven’t seen hers, nor am I likely to. She hasn’t seen mine, nor is she likely to. Certinly not in real life. But chances are, sort of by definition, we’re pretty normal. Ugly to ourselves, maybe, at first, but not to our lovers.

We’re always hardest on ourselves. Sorry about that, self.