Queefs. Fanny farts. Vaginal flatulance.
Whatever you call music coming from your undercarriage, it’s likely you hardly ever talk about the magic of air escaping from your vagina. Few of us do.
As loudly as our vaginas like to proclaim their existence (usually right in the middle of a really hot/romantic moment), we’re all a bit shy about acknowledging the existence of the queef.
We don’t talk about vagina farts. We don’t bring them up with our friends and partners. There’s no established method for dealing with them.
Usually with this kind of thing, I’d just accept it’s just a minor part of our… Read the full story