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There is a popular, theatrical entertainment “The Vagina Monologues”.   Don’t much like the title m’self, being old fashioned.  Find it offensive to taste.
I appreciate that one of the functions of the artist is to outrage but that should be moral outrage, not outrage to taste.  Leave that to the Wildeians, the rest of us have work to do.

Apart from which, it suggests it’s going to be someone bleating about the joys of  being a girl.


I can give you the real vagina monologues.  I promise all are true and heard in plurality.
Although they sound like dialogue, a vagina is doing allll the talking.


She:  I want to go to bed with you.
He:    Why??
She:  Well, . . . you’ve got a nice voice.

He:    Are you mad ??



She:  I want to go to bed with you.
He:    Why??
She:  I think you get to know someone really well, really quickly, if you go to bed with them.  Don’t you??

He:    Are you completely fucking mad ??!!



She:   I want to go to bed with you.
He:     Why??
She:   ‘Cos I can’t sleep alone . . . .

He:     You make me feel really special to you.


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