Vajazzled vulvas, and group masturbation: my week at a sexual awakening retreat

Rexa Vella

Vajazzled vulvas, and group masturbation: my week at a sexual awakening retreat

Then, as if on cue, a voice booms apparently from the heavens. “Have no fear,” it rattles, “Mama Gena is here!” A woman in her mid-to-late sixties decked out in a full leopard print suit rounds the corner, riding an actual camel. “Thank you, everyone, for saying yes to your p***y and the Great P***y in the Sky and joining us here,” Mama Gena addresses the group. After going round in a circle and asking us all “why our p***ies brought us here”, we are introduced to Stephen*, a man in his mid-sixties in a fedora standing next to Mama Gena, and the only vulva-less member of the group. 

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