I love it when Dan Savage has to talk about vags or clits and whatnot cause it's so icky to him. (which is cool, he admits it, etc... If you haven't read "Things I learned from women who dumped me," go find it this very second and read his description of first touching a lady down there:
"It felt like I'd slipped my hand into a large, lukewarm piece of lasagna that had been stood on its side. Only this lasagna had a pulse.
And hair, this lasagna was covered in hair."
Gah, hairy lasagna with a pulse--so visceral!