Ms. 45

I was born in what could possibly be described as the coldest winter on record, in 1982. It snowed hard that winter and the drifts made it an impossible task for a young woman of 20 with a new born baby to even get to the shops to buy some milk.
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Last week I wrote in depth about my vagina, and this week I think it is only fair to balance out any "sexual discrimination" suits I may have pending now, by writing about the regular old penis.
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The first time I wrote about my vagina, it received what can only be described as rave reviews. I was delighted with the response and thought overall I had articulated a witty and clever piece about an intimate part of my body I wasn't entirely comfortable with discussing.
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I remember being 19 and thinking to myself that being 30 was 'VERY OLD' and that by the time I was that age I would be a successful business women married with a beautiful home and a BMW sitting on my driveway. Settled, but old.
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My Mother is awesome. I want to dedicate this to her. In a period lately that has probably been the most difficult in my life she has always been there to kick my arse.
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Vagina, Vagina, Vagina. Oh she the sacred portal to my femininity. She that shall not be discussed in polite society. If it is, it is usually in conjunction with an horrific "birth" story greatly exaggerated by the consumption of drugs in the labour room.
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I'm 30 and I am a proud Mum to three beautiful boys, don't all parents say that when their kids are little shits?
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I have had a break from writing as my life has been turned upside down. I mean literally. I can't go into too many details but needless to say I have had many sleepless nights and may or may not have developed a crack habit.
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I have been spectacularly shocked by my overuse of the word "cunt" this week. I mean, seriously I'm dropping that word like it's "and". Everything I say it's cunt this and cunt that. It got me thinking.
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