Time to Vote! Who wrote the best love letter to their Vulva?

We asked you to write a love letter to your Vulva this V Day. 

Now, its time to vote on who wrote a letter worthy of a Vulvalicious V Day prize! 

Cast your vote by number in the comments! 

**Update: Queen Bee is the winner! 

  

The Letters

1. Lydia 
2. Miss Lady 
3. LaLa 
4. Peter 
5. Arianna 
6. Queen Bee 
7. Yet to be named
8. Luna 

A Love Letter to my Vulva: Luna

Luna

radiant as the moon

beautiful as a daffodil dipped in morning dew delicious as a spoonful of honey dripping on my tongue sensual and sweet playing with your pearl makes me giggle and laugh so ticklish and sensitive you make me smile my emotions belong to you we laugh, cry, stress, relax, whisper and yell at each other yet at the end of everyday I still love you hugging you between my legs keeping you safe and warm.

--- love Zen

A Love Letter to my Vulva: Yet to be Named

To my Vulva, yet to be named.

From my birth and until this very day, you have been my only constant. My body may gain and shed pounds like seasons. My mind may change like the winds. My emotions may flutter and flicker like a candle, but you remain the same. I appreciate you and the hardships we have endured together. I appreciate your teachings and your patience with me. I thank you for the memories we share.

But most of all, I love the way you let me love.

~Nikki.

A Love Letter to my Vulva: Queen Bee

Dear Queen Bee, before we truly knew each other,

raped and abused we were both left to suffer.
Confused, we went our separate ways.
Lonely and broken, we spent most of our days:
wondering why it was we felt that way.
I felt useless, like a broken jar of clay.
I tried healing on my own, but it was the day we met again
That our true journey of love and healing would begin
Misguided I felt it wrong at first
to satisfy the love of which I thirst.
Then one day I came upon a crazy store, Vulvalovelovely.
It was then that I made my greatest discovery.
I am normal and so are you.
It was from then on that our love grew.
I realize now that you never gave up on me.
So now I must thank you my little Queen Bee.
So my special vulva I love you,
and I can’t wait to walk through life with you.
Love Your Student, Lover, and Friend, 

Izzy

A Love Letter to my Vulva: Arianna

 

My Lovely Arianna,

We haven’t had a morning like this together in quite a while…I really loved waking up with you, when we’re both fresh from a dream and still absorbed in the sweet haze of sleep…There was nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, only each other and the pleasure of the moment.
I’m sure I’m going to be late for work, but that doesn’t really matter. Valentine’s Day is nearly here, and thinking back on this year together, I’m pretty certain that I owe you an apology. I haven’t done my best to show you how much I appreciate you, and it shames me to think about how often I’ve ignored your needs. It’s easy during the week to tell myself that I’m just too busy, or that I’m too stressed, too tired, too angry, to give you the attention and compassion that you deserve.
I know it isn’t easy for you to submit to your polyester prison day after day, trapped in the constrictive, anti-femininity of Corporate Purgatory. I’m sorry…I promise that it will get better, and I’ll try to schedule in more time with the AA boys…I know you miss them.
I’m not always the best at expressing these things, but I Love you so much. We’ve been through a lot together; a lot of bad things happened that neither of us deserved, and you need to know that it wasn’t your fault. You’re probably thinking “I do know that”, but sometimes I can still feel the scars…even if we can’t see them anymore…
I want you to know that I revel in your fire and your passion, and I’m glad we never let popular opinion shape who we are. Everyone who said it was wrong to be together, or that there was something wrong with you, they were just ignorant, Baby. It’s because of you that I’m still alive, still fighting, still pushing for change, still have hope for a better world. There’s a place for both of us, and it will be one that we create for ourselves.
Thank you for never judging me, even though I can’t say I always did the same…Thank you for helping me heal, for showing me how to be strong, for teaching me to find myself, for inspiring me, and for forgiving me. I would not be the confident woman I am today without you.
You’re beautiful and perfect, and I respect all that you go through every month just to make sure that I’m healthy. You’re so in tune with me, and every day you find ways to help me be a better listener. I promise I’ll always be here to protect you, and more than ever, always be ready to cheer on your wild side…
Anyway, all I’m really trying to say is…Happy V-Day, my sweet.
Love,
Monika

P.S. I still don’t think we’re ever going to agree on that baby thing, but you’re welcome to keep on tryin’… 

A Love Letter to My Vulva: Miss Lady

Dear Miss Lady,

We have had a long, rough road together these last 20+ years, and I figured this year I should show you some love for Valentines Day.

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew you were special. I had to treat you like a princess so you wouldn't get sick, since you have always been prone to sickness. I've taken you to the doctor more than I've taken myself; I think I finally know the right way to care for you! You only like the finest things in life, so I will give them to you because I love you. You hate many soaps, many love things, many medications, and only one man has been able to catch your eye.

I love you because you have shown me love, and you have given me life even though it was taken from me. You have given me the greatest gift of all, and I am forever grateful. You are physically beautiful, and even my fiancé loves you. I think he loves you almost as he loves me!

Enjoy this Valentines Day, Miss Lady, and know that you are loved. You won't get a kiss for V-Day because I have to take you to work with me, but I'll make sure you get some lovin'.

Love always,

Kia

A Love Letter To my Vulva, Peter

This letter was written by someone who's first language is not English. Which is pretty damn impressive. I've left it in his original words because I think that is how it should be read. 

Dear Peter,

Funny name I have for you, ha? It's a name of a dear friend of mine that inspires me.

I remember you the earliest from photos my parents took for some reason, I remember not liking that you were there for everyone to see. I stole those photos, you are mine, not anyone else.

I liked playing with you while I was growing up, it was a very exiting time to wait and watch you bleed. Then, when I started having sex as a woman with men, it was hard. I think then came the time that it started for me – to have hard feeling towards you. Why it's not fun for me to have a pines there?why can't I enjoy you, share you with others. Questions I couldn't answer at that time.

I began my transformation. The most terrible time in my life. I had to hide you, hide my breasts, hide me in a way. I remember that I enjoyed having oral sex, but it was hard too. Somewhere in that time of transformation, I started feeling that it's wrong to have you around. I feared so much from getting caught and have you exposed. I was afraid from being a man, with a man voice, and going to OBGYN. I hated having them looking at you, checking you out, putting things inside you. I wanted to be seemed like everyone else looks without their underwear. So, after many years, we departed.

I took this time now, to explain to you why we had to say goodbye. It's not that you are really gone, parts of you helped building my new parts. Most of you is here today every day in my body, and forever with me. And I love you. It took a long time, a big journey. And finely, I find myself from time to time, missing you in a good way. Thank you for being there with me.

Thank you and happy V day to you, and all other V's out there.

Yours

A Love Letter to my Vulva: LaLa's Sonnet

I love the smell of my vagina
Earth and seawater.

Makes me want to roll my tongue around her some.

If I could reach her, I would lick my own vagina.

With self love and abandon.

Both giving and receiving love.

Creating and accepting joy.

Tasting my own beauty and giving myself completely.

To myself.