What happens at girls' night...

Last night I had a girls’ night with some friends, which is always fun and entertaining. However, much like Las Vegas, what happens at girls’ night, stays at girls’ night.

Well, for the most part anyway…

A few weeks ago, over dinner with a couple of these friends, it was decided that at our upcoming girls’ night, I’d bring my dilator sets. They’d seen pictures of both sets, as well as the particular sizes I was working with, but it’s very hard to get the proper perspective from a picture on a phone.

As I was saying, over dinner with my friends the decision was made, so I packed everything up yesterday and headed to my friend’s house. Now, this isn’t something you just dive right into or whip out as soon as you walk through the door (see what I did there?), so there was no specific plan about doing some show-and-tell, with one exception. I wanted to be sure that my friend’s elementary-school-aged son had gone to bed. I’m pretty sure she didn’t want to have to explain to an 8-year-old kid exactly what the dilators were used for.

After a few hours of laughter and chit chat (and possibly a small amount of wine consumption), it was time. I mean, it took a full hour before the topic of breasts became part of the conversation (we all have them, so it wasn’t a stretch). Then another hour or so before penises came up (see what I did there again?). It figures that vaginas were the next logical topic of conversation. (What? You’ve never been part of a girls’ night?? Nothing is usually off limits.)

Now, it’s a strange thing to me to just pull the dilators out and start laying them on a table, but that’s what I did.

Not lined up on a table, but this time on a counter top. Going from left to right, sizes are 6.25 x 4.75, 5.25 x 4.25, 4.75 x 3.75 and 4 x 3.25. And smaller, of course. but I don't have those measurements.

My only request was to be careful with the pink set I have as one seems to be breaking a little and I still need to keep using it for a while yet. I knew the pink set would be of particular interest since that one vibrates. I realize people will instantly take a sexual connotation to that, but in truth, the vibration is extremely helpful in offsetting the pain of doing the stretching. It’s been helpful in knowing how the stretching with certain sizes is becoming easier when I’m able to dial down the vibration.

Some of the pink sizes match up to some of the white dilators, but some will also fall in between white sizes. It's been beneficial for me to have both sets to use.

I did a very basic explanation of the dilators and showed how the different sizes fit into the handles (because, pardon the need to be graphic, but if part of it goes inside, you still need part of it to be outside because…well, it should be obvious). Having apparently read my blogs before, they didn’t need an explanation of why I was using them or exactly how they work. Mind you, I never make an assumption that anyone has read my blogs, so it was nice that I didn’t have to go into a long spiel over what’s going on with me.

Bahahahahahahahaha Sorry. I have to laugh now that I’ve written that, because when do I have a problem with going into detail and telling people about my vaginismus? I’m just lucky that strangers on the street haven’t had to hear about this. I guess I’ve become passionate about educating people – in obviously very small ways – about this particular issue. Because, as I’ve said before, it matters. If I have to hear about erectile dysfunction nearly every time a commercial comes on the TV, then folks are going to get to hear about this.

Much discussion ensued about which sizes of dilators matched up most accurately with the average penis size. I found this rather educational myself, as I’ve seen a few penises in my time, but short of actually asking someone to do a size comparison, my knowledge might be somewhat lacking. When you have several women in a room together, you get better information.

In the end, the consensus of the women last night is that the size I’ve recently completed working with is, in fact, pretty darned near close to the average penis size.

Well. Good to know.

So, depending on who you ask, I guess my vagina is in good working order and ready to open for business! Woohoo! 

Bahahahahahahahaha Sorry. I had to write that. If you know me at all, then you know that’s not who I am or how I behave. No judgements on anyone else, but my little fling or series of hookups or whatever you want to call it with The Guy last year were an anomaly. That’s not my normal MO. I’m not into casual sex and to be honest, for me it wasn’t something casual. At least, not the decision to (attempt to) have sex with him. Oh, and let’s be clear here, dear readers. We may not have had penetrative vaginal sex, but we had sex. Even if he wanted to call it “non sex”. I was there. I know what we did. It was sex. I think folks need to really have a better understanding of just what that means.

Anyway, there you have it. Based on a committee of four, I’m in pretty good shape these days. I think some of them were slightly traumatized at the thought of anyone attempting to use the larger sized dilators, which are about 6 ¼ - 6 ½ inches long and 4 ¾ in diameter (in case you were wondering). I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, if I choose to cross that one at all. Cause, y’know, it looks a little painful to me. Just sayin’…