Well, it might not be Heather herself; it might not even be any Heather per se.
But this woman had better get a discount on tampons.
There have to be some consolations for going through life with two hoo-haws.
I lost my virginity twice. The first time was when I was eighteen. Then I lost the other side two weeks later. To the same guy.
You’d think I could have saved one of them for marriage.
From Esquire, (via Gawker) who really know how to give men what they want. So much for those gay rumours!
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I have read that about one in every 125,000 men is born with two penises. I can’t make up my mind if that’s a wondrous gift (though the doctor often snips one at birth nowadays anyway) or a curse (seems like twice the work on a lonely Saturday night).
There was an old joke in the days when sailors wore double-button-fly trousers of the swabbie who hit the house of ill repute, did his business, and tucked himself away. Then after a moment he began unbottoning the other fly, saying “Okay–now for number two!”
Yes, Bizarre magazine used to have a video of a Mexican fellow with two. They were so tiny they hardly even added up to one! But he had, apparently, quite a good novelty porn career despite looking generally less attractive than a flayed ox.
The stuff about the 2 orgasms is rot. Women with 2 vaginas may be rare, but women with sexual sensation in their vaginas don’t exist. Too bad the chick felt she had to spice the story up with a lie. Men know little enough about how women respond sexually. That 28-year-old I dated who didn’t know what the clitoris does was probably an Esquire reader. Thanks, Esquire! Maybe you need a French editor for sex-related stories so you can get the facts straight. Yeah, the “French men” cliches are true.
Uh, you didn’t read the article, did you, sweetheart? If you’ve got no sexual sensations in your vagina it’s really not the fault of Esquire…you may choose to date Details readers instead.
There’s a frustrated hermaphrodite joke in this somewhere . . .
Yeah, around comment #3 I think.
See you in 24 more then, as Germaine Greer might have said . . . .
Ah, they took the image down. I thought it was a bit edgy, but it was an artistic nude. It’s not like you could see anything; there was a bloody Hollyhock there!
Perhaps I shall replace it with something less tasteful. I am very, very annoyed by this.
VERY.