February's CSV: Romantic Goodies for the Vulva of the Month club!

We sent some delicious Vulva Love to our 

Vulva of the Month Club members last month

• 1 dark chocolate and sea salt Vulva lollipop
• 1 blank handmade Vulva Valentine
• 1 signature model card
• 1 unseen dusty rose / rose and gold goddess 

To grab one of this month's 3 open spots e-mail  VulvaLoveLovely@Gmail.com

 *Be sure to include your country and if you want to pay up front or monthly. 

What is our Community Supported Vulva program, you ask?

Here is a video explaining the basics of it: ({video})

Or

Here is our full blog post on the program: ({Blog})

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: 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

Write a Love Letter to Your Vulva: A VLL Love Letter Contest

Here's the deal. 

Write a love letter to your Vulva:

  win a V-Day gift from me to you. 

It could be about:

({*}) Why you are thankful for your Vulva

({*}) Why you think she is the most beautiful Vulva in the world

({*}) An apology for never taking the time to appreciate her.

({*}) Or, it could be all of those things. 

The Rules:

• Deadline for entry is midnight, Feburary 13th, 2013
• Letter must be written to your Vulva
• It must also be about why you love your Vulva
• A vote will be taken on V-Day (the 14th). 
• Submit your Letter to: VulvaLoveLovely@Gmail.com by midnight, 2/13/13

The Prizes:

• 1 Vulva Chocolate Lollypop
• 6  Lacti-Lovely Breast Truffles
• 1 Pink and Red Vulva Pendant

The Letters

Lydia 
Miss Lady 
LaLa 
Peter 
Arianna 
Queen Bee 
Yet to be named
Luna 

Meet Our Models: Leigha

My Story

    How exactly does one write their own story? I've always though of a "story" to be so complete and final, and if that's true, how can I possibly know how to start and my own? So I shall try, as best as I can. 

My Intro to Porn
    When I was around 8, I spent the night at one of my cousins houses. When everyone was asleep, they turned on to the pay per view porn channels. I remember feeling so awkward about sneaking a peak every once in awhile. I felt even weirder with myself at how the man and woman interaction made me feel; clammy palmed, shaky and excited.

Self-Exploration
    Around the fourth grade (damn that seems so young), I learned the act of masturbation. I would sneak off to my room, lock my door, and grab a towel to use to keep my hands clean. Every time I would climax, I would feel so ashamed of myself. I would think that God would think i'm dirty and I would tell myself that I would never do it again. Even though I was never really religious, God would creep his way into my young conscience and leave me feeling guilty.

With Boys Comes Changes
    I started dating in the 7th grade. My first boyfriend was a bust but my second one was great. I remember one date was to the movies. Being on a first date at age 13, we did a lot more making out rather than watch the movie. It wasn't long before I realized that my underwear were wet. I didn't know what was wrong! I actually thought that I had pee'd myself!
    A few years later I met a guy while living in California and he made me the happiest I had been up to that point. He was sweet and truly caring towards me. He was there for me when I had no one and he stood by me even when I was being shitty. I will always cherish him for that. Anyways one day while at my house he lifted my shirt and explored my bare skin and I let him willingly. I knew I wanted more and sometime later he slipped his hands down my shorts. That was the first time I shared my "special place" with anyone.
    When I moved back to my mom's house at age 16, I decided to break up with my California boyfriend. A couple months later I was approached by a boy who is my current boyfriend. Right away we became intimate. It was exciting to learn more about the male erogenous zones and to have another person learn about my own. Even though we moved fast, I told myself that I wouldn't have sex until I was 18 and an adult. That wasn't exactly the case.

My First Time (this was hard to write)
    Waiting to have sex is very difficult. There is so much temptation when you're already intimate with a person.When I had sex for the first time, it was in the heat of the moment. I wasn't ready. It wasn't very special or anything. It was rushed and impersonal. Needless to say, I regret it. After it happened, I was very depressed. I cried myself to sleep a few times and I looked at myself differently and with shame. I put my boyfriend through a lot of distress afterwards, not even taking into consideration that it was his first time also. I don't blame my boyfriend for it at all though. I love him with all my heart. And while that was a long time ago, I still get choked up thinking about it.   

My Vulva & Me :)
    Even though I was upset with how things turned out, I now know that I can't change anything from the past. All I can do, and all I continue to do is look forward. I inform my younger sisters about their bodies and tell them to be comfortable with themselves, because no one wants to have that talk with their mothers. And even though as of July 2012, at age 18, I still haven't told my mother about my sexual activity, I know she will be supportive. I am also blessed to have shared my not-so-perfect moment with my current boyfriend. He is my best friend and he supports me no matter what. He reminds me that I am beautiful even when I don't feel that way.  But while I still see my flaws, he is helping my accept myself for who I am and what I look like. Except for these damn thighs! (just kidding)

Far From The End
     I know that it is far from over, but this is how I will end my story: One day in the future, when I am a mother, I will talk to my children about their bodies and the natural sexual activities they will experience. I will also try to be as supporting, informing, and as loving as I can be, all the while telling them that they are beautiful no matter what other people believe is the image of beauty.

"I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think" - Weezer

Year of the Vulva Pt. 1: Lower Prices = Vulva Love

You are going to hear me say it a vagillion times: 

This year is the Year of the Vulva. 

And that doesn't only apply to women changing the world (which is going to happen this year)

It applies to VulvaLoveLovely
This year is our year. 

So the first really big, freakin awesome new change?

Last night I was up late and had too many glasses of chocolate soy milk and I lowered all of the prices on our pendants!

Most by $20, some by as much at $70. 

The average price has gone from $63 to $48.

{It was a crazy night}

Don't believe me? Check it out for yourself, Missy.

Financially, things are tough for all of us. 

But the reason we started Vulva Love Lovely was to spread the Vulva Love. 

The best way to do that? 

Having you Vulva~licious women wearing our pendants so that other women start a conversation with you about it.

 

This New Year: Change the Way You SEE, Not the Way you LOOK - A Body Positive Blog

Every year around this time Women all over the world decide that they are going to something that: instead of changing the way they feel about themselves will make them feel worse about their bodies. 

And you're picking up exactly what I'm puttin down. 

Loose weight, fit into those skinny jeans, blah blah so on and so on I look like crap. 

Now, don't get me wrong. Wanting to eat right, get fit and healthy, work your cardio: those are fantastic.

BUT

Loosing weight to look good is NOT the same thing. 

And here's a hard truth: You will never be happy with your weight if all you are doing is trying to look good. 

You'll reach your goal and decide you can loose another 5 pounds, then another 2- just to get rid of love handles that only you can see.
Don't believe me? Ask almost any 'thin' woman if she is happy with her body size.

It's the way society programs us, women especially. We are never pretty enough, never thin enough.
Still don't believe me?
Crack open this month's Cosmo.
If we could be naturally beautiful then how would anyone sell us anything?

So, to the point. 

If your New Years Resolution is to loose weight because you're not happy with yourself do YOURSELF something that won't make you feel worse. Do something that will change the way you see yourself. 

But what, you ask?

Every time you look in a mirror, 

find something you LIKE about yourself.  
And Girl, I mean EVERY time.

Even if its just one thing: that freckle on your cheek, the curve of your lips, your fingers or toes. 

Find something new every week and soon you will find there is a HUGE picture, a beautiful one, that you were never able to see because everything in our society tells you its not there. 

The first few times it will be tough, but after a while something awesome will happen.
It will be easy as pie. And the things you like about yourself will start piling up.
Write them down on your mirror.
I write them in red lip liner pencil.

 Why?

Because I am DAMN fine. 

Belly Dancing and Belly Love: A Body Positive Blog Post On How Belly Dancing Gets You To Love Your Body

Recently a friend of mine suggested I give Belly Dancing a try. Then, our VLL employee told me she did it and loved it.
Well, of course I said yes. I'll try most anything once.


And let me tell you, I am never giving this up.
I will be the first to admit that while I own a body positive website, blog, and FB community I am also human, and female to boot. The reason I do what I do is because I recognize what societies expectations of women do to our self esteem. I am not excluded from this and while my self esteem and body image have come a long way in creating VLL I still struggle with my feelings about my belly.

So, here I am at my first class with my belly out there for the world to see. I start to follow my teacher and very quickly notice something astounding: I am damn sexy.
Talk about a revelation!
I am watching my belly in the mirror and when you are dancing, feminine and sensual, you find out why your belly is round and not flat. Round bellies are purely feminine. At that moment, staring in to the mirror I actually found myself thanking God, The Universe, my Mother for this round belly of mine.

The roundness, softness and control that I found in my belly while I danced suddenly became a source of confidence and honestly: sheer bliss. I was in heaven and I was belly dancing. I was woman just as woman is meant to be.
I have been 3 times now, set up a belly dancing mirror in my bedroom so that I can practice every day and in just three short weeks I have gone from always hiding my belly to showing it off as often as I can. Right now? Totally wearing a sports bra and shorts. I am a t shirt and jeans girl even in the hot Florida summer. But right now I am not even questioning this soft, round belly that is scrunched up because I am sitting. I look beautiful. I am on the balcony feeling the fall air and I am happy as a clam.

So, really what I want to get across with this experience is this:
If you are a woman and you are shy because you feel like your belly is too round, too jiggly- get your beautiful belly to a belly dancing class! You will quickl;y find yourself falling in love with the soft, round jiggly perfection of your body.
If you are in South Florida here is the info for the class that I attend: http://www.majanile.com/
The teacher is phenomenal!

If you are outside of South Florida and would like to share your class location with us and recommend your teacher that would be fantastic!

You Have Questions, We Have Videos

Every time I do a show or meet someone that knows about my work I get the same two questions: Why and How did you get into this?

And, if I met someone who made her living off of Vulva art I have to admit: I would have the same two questions. So, I imagine many of you are wondering the same thing.

Here are your answers in video form, because videos are so much more interesting than lines of text.

The Why of Vulva Love Lovely:


And the How:

Hear Her Roar: Ann

My whole life, I always compared myself to the "popular" girls. They were always thin, beautiful (on the outside), great bodies, clear skin, perfect hair, stylish clothes, and tons of friends. I was overweight, had a body that was put together all wrong, acne for days, hair that would never cooperate, regular, non stylish clothes, and only a few friends. It wasn't fair. Obviously there was something wrong with me. Loving myself was not at the top of my list. When I reached my mid twenties, something started to change. I knew I was always going to be different, but now I was starting to be okay with it. I started figuring out who I was and where exactly I fit in. It took a while, but I don't fit in, I am always going to be different and I think that's awesome! I still have hair that rarely cooperates, I am still put together wrong, have zero fashion sense, the occasional pimple, and a small handful of friends, but I am beautiful inside and out, compassionate, passionate, unique, smart, I have drive, determination, and I know what I want out of life, but most of all, I love myself.