Bathing Queen V

In my post, To Pube or Not to Pube, I posed a question:  Are you bathing your sexy parts the way your mother taught you, or the proper way?

Let me explain why Mother wasn’t always right.  For one thing, she was probably taught by her own mother.  The further back we go generationally, the closer we get to the Victorians.  And the Victorians were pretty wack about sexy parts.

The Victorian Era refers generally to the 1800s in Europe, named for Queen Victoria of England.  Queen V was notoriously down on sexy parts.  In fact, she found just about everything about sex to be pretty icky.  She wasn’t alone, though.  Prevailing notions about sex traced back to early Christian leaders such as Terteullian, who labeled woman “a temple built over a sewer,” and St. Augustine, who called for “passionless procreations.”

Some scholars believe that when the early Christians turned to ancient Hebrew writings to learn the will of God, they misunderstood the meaning behind some of the teachings.  The Hebrews focused on procreation because they were in great danger of being wiped out.  The early Christian translators wrongly assumed that references such as, “go forth, be fruitful, and multiply” meant that God approved the doing of the deed only when it made babies.

But think about it:  If God only wanted us to have babies, why on earth did he, or she, make sex our means of reproduction, and so pleasurable?  S/he could have just made us clone ourselves, like certain lizards.

Fast forward to the Victorians, and the story takes a strange twist.  They conceded that God probably wanted them to do the deed, just not to enjoy it very much.  This led to the popularity of the “missionary” position – so named because Christian missionaries who were spied upon by native peoples they were missioning to were seen in this position.  They wore long nightgowns with strategically placed holes that allowed penetration – but disallowed any lustful looking upon the body.  Men were viewed as having an animalistic nature that they had to battle with their minds and souls, only resorting to pleasures of the flesh when they absolutely had to (praying feverishly afterward).  Women were expected to find sex disgusting and to perform it solely as a duty to their mates.  A woman who writhed in ecstasy could be beaten and even cast aside by her husband.

The most egregious act in their eyes?  Masturbation!  Especially male masturbation, a lust that wasted precious baby-making seed.  It was so vilified that children were strapped tightly into their beds at night with their hands above the covers.  Some parents even bought devices to discourage their sons from playing with their peepees – devices that poked spikes into a boy’s penis if it erected at night, or delivered an electric shock.

No wonder we’re a sexually cuckoo culture.  Lest you think this doesn’t apply to you, remember:  Whether we like it or not, the Victorians are our closest cultural ancestors.  Even if your peeps came from elsewhere, or were the first residents here, the Europeans who came to take the land also imposed their culture and religion on the natives and those who arrived after.  Your parents may not have placed pokey devices on your genitals before you went to bed.  But I bet they didn’t encourage you to soothe yourself to sleep with a nice orgasm either.

So back to bathing.  Your parent probably instructed you, or demonstrated by example, to soap a large washcloth, place it over the area and scrub.  Maybe scrub a lot.  After all, it’s the source of what Augustine deemed “original sin” and should not feel too good.  There are problems with this.  For one, soap (and other bath and so-called “hygiene” products, such as vaginal sprays) can upset the balance of healthy microorganisms in the reproductive tract.  These good microbes are there to help keep the bad germs out.

For another, the tissues are sensitive.  Cloth can be rough and can chafe the area, also making it more vulnerable to nasty little invaders.  And scrubbing just passes the cloth over the area, actually missing some of the nooks and crannies where a dreaded substance called smegma (gasp!) can collect.

OK, let’s demystify smegma.  According to Wikipedia, it’s just a combination of shed skin cells, skin oils, and moisture that occurs in both female and male mammalian genitalia, collecting in males under the foreskin, and in females, around the clitoris and in the folds of the labia minora.

So there’s nothing inherently bad about smegma (except maybe the sound of the word, like “masturbation,” or “dildo,” in my opinion).  But it can become a problem if allowed to build up; bacteria feast on it, causing a bad smell, as well as irritated skin which can be vulnerable to disease.

To cleanse the delicate skin and remove smegma, all that’s needed is warm water and fingers.  A woman, sitting in a bath or standing under a shower, can carefully separate the folds of her labia and swipe with her index finger, then gently push back the hood of the clitoris and do the same.  Fini!  For a man, it’s a simple matter of swiping around the coronal ridge, and especially while retracting the foreskin (if he has one).  Voila΄!  And there we have clean, cared-for sexy parts.

By the way, Queen V (the real queen, not your royal little snatch) probably wouldn’t approve of the French words I just used.  Ever heard the expression “Pardon my French?”  Today we use it to excuse a little profanity in our speech, the same as its origin in Victorian English.  But it also represents a bit of nationalistic Francophobia. The British liked to think that they were morally above the French, whom they thought of as sex-crazed.  Yet they did all the same things as the French, just a little less openly.  O, Merde!

Bathing Queen V

Where’s her other hand?  Gently manipulating the tender folds of Queen V, I hope!

102 thoughts on “Bathing Queen V

  1. Interesting topic. I appreciate the history lesson as I did not know the origin of the word “missionaries” came from and the fact that smegma is preventable and getting rid of it is an easy task. On a side note regarding cleansing, what do you think about bidets? it seems it is becoming more mainstream. Was it the pandemic and the shortage of toilet paper that made it front and center? Or as a society, did we just realized that just using toilet paper alone does not make it necessarily clean. I know there are other cultures that have been using some type of bidets or even wipes for years. Thank you for sharing.


    • I love bidets! They are so much cleaner than toilet paper and don’t waste the paper. I didn’t realize they’ve become more mainstream, but I bet the pandemic and toilet paper hoarding has had something to do with that! Since I don’t have a bidet right now (no electrical outlet near the toilet), I like wipes. Either way, toilet paper alone is inadequate! Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.


      • Check out eBay. They have ones that just attach to your water line and no electrical outlet needed. 🙂


  2. I always thought it was so odd how some of my fellow females clean their “Queen V” (I’m totally gonna steal that by the way that is hilarious). I have seen girls that do the scrub with a washcloth or use douches constantly. I personally just use a little summers eve brand soap less cleanser and my hands. I have never douched and never will. I fully believe that the vagina is self-cleaning. I prefer an extendable shower head so I can reach all my nooks and crannies easily. I can’t even imagine how my vulva would feel after i put some harsh soap and a washcloth and scrubbed it like a pan left lout overnight with baked on casserole! I have sensitive skin so I treat her gently!


  3. I did not know the history and the origin story of the “missionary” pose but I will definitely be explaining it to my friends from now on. Thank you for the interesting history lesson.


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