Speaking to a friend (and dancer-singer extraordinaire–check out her video for “Step Lively” featuring some of NYC’s best house dancers) Miss Al Boogie about the after effects of bad sex. “When that happens,” I started, “I have an urgent need to have sex immediately with someone else just to get past that experience. Like pickled ginger after sushi, after unfortunate sex, you need something a palate cleanser,” I explained. (Sadly, I don’t get to honor this need often.)

“A pussy palate cleanser,” she jumped in, coining what will undoubtedly be a very useful term going forward in my life (and the lives of many other women).

Though the vagina is self-regulating and cleaning (according to my gynecologist), I still believe that a pussy palate cleanser is medically necessary. I only hope it (aka “male escorts”) will be covered under government and Catholic health care plans, just like Viagra.

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