Reaching into some rocks for my camera lens cover was nothing out of the ordinary, but when I got to my desk and inserted my memory card to edit my photos... I paused at this picture.
The sneaky action brought back horrid memories of when I was 14 years old.
Oh I forgot!!! WARNING: Rated PG 16....
Please continue to read only if you DO NOT have to answer to your Mum...(the way I was compelled to, on this occasion).
Art was one of my favourite subjects in school, and my teacher always wrote the letter "A" on my projects. I attributed that to the fact that my Mum was an Art and Craft teacher at another school.
With that being said, I had designed and created a unique handmade Art Portfolio that I used to take to Art classes with pride.
Flashback 30 years ago (Synopsis)
There's an immaculate, meticulous art student with her portfolio, consisting of her own drawings, crafts and other collected pieces of things she finds appealing and intriguing. However, there's a mischievous side to that "A" art student, which leads to a distressing discovery by the student's Mum.
Being summoned to my bedroom, or me even slipping away to it, was something that happened often.
My mischievous deeds were something that my parents found exciting to some extent, however, my mother had an exaggerated imaginary take on my stubbornest, which seemingly brought much headache, heartache and sometimes overall body ache... so, it was not long before my Mum observed that my unusual willingness to go to my bedroom was suspicious.
Beside my bed, which was stacked next to the wall, there was an indent in the wall, and my portfolio slotted into the indent perfectly.
My art portfolio was my happy thing.
It was natural for me to collapse on my bed and reach down for my portfolio. However, there was a dark secret - I had a collection of images - odd ones.
I was completely intrigued by the anatomy of the female vulva. I was only 14, from a conservative family and I attended a fairly traditional school ... don't ask me where I got those pictures, but from magazines I would cut out images of women in their most natural states.
"My artistic side" tried to make sense of the different shapes, tones, formations, etc, and I realised that "every woman" was different.
I was only 14, yet I observed that some vulvas were cute and some appeared to have been severely battered...these were just thoughts of a naive 14 year old.
I wanted answers.
Then suddenly, one day I felt:
hurt
betrayed violated
angry
devastated
annoyed
I felt empty, as if an intruder had robbed me of all my valuables.
My Mum pried into my world...
I was hurt because she found it easier to destroy my secret collection without finding out why or what the purpose of them were.
I felt betrayed violated because it was my private portfolio and and my space which she knew was dear to me.
I was angry and devastated because I'd thoroughly collected attractive and contrasting images, and
I was most annoyed because she did not face her fears (I was a tomboy and mischievous so she immediately assumed that I probably had desires for real vulvas) which was a far cry from the truth.
Am I the only one who finds the human physique (female) especially, to be like "ART". I was totally amazed at the diverse beauty of the vulva.
I like that no 2 women have the same shape and figure.
If I were a cat (a pussycat) I would have lived all 9 lives.
I've always been curious.
I feel privileged to be a woman!
Thank you for reading my funny or interesting story...I wish it wasn't true.
