My hatred for my genitals was lifelong. Once I knew it was possible to remove it and it was something even I could have (not just the rich and famous), I did everything within my means to get rid of it. I was on a mission and nothing was going to stop me. Not family, not employer, not spouse, not children ...nothing. I gave up everything and did it openly saying this is me, if you dont like it ...too bad, this is something I need. I was willing to die for it. When I walked into that operating room and allowed them to make me unconscious I knew I was doing the right thing, even if I never awoke. Those were my last thoughts as I fell asleep. Contentment. I was going to die happy.
If the only possibility was a nullification, it would have been better than having that thing there. It disgusted me beyond sanity.
Fortunately, that is not the case and I have a functional vagina. The relief, happiness and pleasure is immeasurable.
I do not understand why any woman would not want a vagina for their life, for both themselves and their lovers. When a man reaches down and his hand finds its way to that silky place igniting both of our passion, there is nothing like it. When he is inside me and my body arches up to his and I look up at him and see the smile of pleasure and ecstasy on his face, there is nothing like it. But each of us have to make that decision for ourselves.
Was I lucky? No, I made it happen. It took me 51 years, but I made it happen. Nothing on earth was going to stop me.
