Hump Day Poll: Who Is Lookin' at Yours
Let's talk hoo-ha's. Vaginas. Bearded clam. Etc. (Or prostates, teabags, twig and berries.) My first gynecologist was a dude. An old dude. My mom's gynie because obviously when I went to her telling her some cad (the Mr) and I were thinking of doing the deed, she wanted me on the pill. I got in within a week which is unheard of these days. I walked in and waited in my paper gown until the first man to see the secret garden bounded in. Do you remember Larry "Bud" Melman from early Letterman? Let me refresh your memory: source Needless to say, after two years of visits with him, I came to the conclusion this man who told me PMS was "in my head" at 18 that I was not going to have someone looking at my parts that did own the same ones. I switched to a lady doctor with another name and began mouth leaking about how he didn't listen to me so I had to switch to a woman. She laughed and said "I know exactly what you ...
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