“This clam is jammed!” I once quipped to a guy I was chatting up.
I always try to talk about my vaginismus in humorous terms. It helps me normalize the condition, and it stops me from feeling compulsively apologetic or ashamed. I’m not broken. I’ve just got a haunted vagina. Maybe one day I’ll bust these ghosts, but for now, my vag isn’t tolerating tourists. The VIP list is dilators (and the occasional dildo) only.
Let’s talk about how that works!