
As I was sitting in the waiting room of my doctor's office yesterday, I quietly passed gas and I felt the gas bubble up into my downstairs lady part. It reminded me of a time long ago when I was headed to Chesterfield Mall with my mother and sister and I asked, "Do your farts ever bubble up towards your vagina?" And they both replied, "I have no idea what you are talking about." After many failed attempts of trying to describe exactly how my farts bubbled up towards my privates, I gave up and understood my farts and vagina to be somewhat magical. But it wasn't until yesterday that I learned how magical they in fact truly are. It was as I was walking through the grocery store, after leaving the doctor's office, that I felt the fart that bubbled up into my downstairs lady part escape. Now I sure can queef on command, but I have never farted a bubble into my vajayjay that later made its way out. It felt as though I farted a rainbow and birthed a unicorn. And that is the magic of being me.