Introduction

I can't claim to have had the most original idea.  On one hand we have erotic art, probably in high contrast black-and-white and arranged in stylish coffee table books for vintage- or Bohemian-couture apartments.  On the other hand, we have colleges, feminist groups and theatres across the country casting female actors to empower the word "cunt."  However, I can claim to have a unique perspective.  After all, no two vaginas are perfectly alike.  I bet even the vaginas of identical twin sisters* can have different ideas on how to celebrate womanhood, sexuality and beauty.

So, this is my blog.  This is my perspective on life, society, and Elizabeth, the twenty-something to whom I am intimately connected.  She's a natural redhead, which works out better for me than it does for her.  She gets sunburns.  I get a rare, pretty hair color.  I've seen porn advertising redheads, and a good percentage of those women were masquerading with hair dye and a close shave.  True redheads deal with jokes like "gingervitis" and "firecrotch," as well as the stereotypes of bad tempers and huge sexual appetites.  Ever have a cocktail of jagermeister, peach schnapps and cranberry juice?  That's a Redheaded Slut.  Your country club might try to pass it off as a Redheaded Soccormom to make it more PC, but we all know what she's doing when she isn't driving her minivan or shopping for groceries.

Truth be told, I haven't met a single redhead who didn't openly embrace his or her rampant horniness.  I'm sure conservative redheads exist, but all the ones I know either sleep around or find a steady partner who can keep up.  Pair two available redheads together and they'll find the first excuse possible to remove every stitch of clothing.  This only gets annoying when new acquaintances take liberties with the stereotype.  For example, take the creepy professional academic in his mid fifties, wearing a velvet cloak at the Renaissance Faire, chatting glibly about his passions for medieval literature, cognac, and promiscuous redheads as if these are simply items on the list of Fun Ways To Spend Fifteen Minutes.  The pros definitely outweigh the cons, though.  Elizabeth has that stereotypical sex drive, so I play an important role in her life.  She didn't introduce me to my first penis until college, but by then I was already good friends with fingers and mouths.  We still have a lot of fun when we hang out.

I've seen this comfort with sexuality have positive effects on my friends, too.  Shy, neglected genitals hear about all the different ways I have fun, and it gives them the confidence to explore new ideas and activities.  One former lover of mine started out homophobic, became comfortable with my bisexuality, and opened his mind to desires he had previously feared.  My vagina friends tend to get a kick out my adventures, too.  Some are content with the vicarious experiences; others share their own stories about batteries running out of power at just the wrong moment.  Redheaded or not, I say, spread the word: sex is natural, fun, and nothing to fear.  Just, you know, be responsible about it.



*Go ahead, enjoy the mental image.