STEVIE BOEBI
PHOTOS JENNA JOHNS, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE
I am obsessed with Stevie Boebi’s vaginas. She has a whole wall of them: luscious life drawings, erotic sculptures, even a smattering of jaunty Victorian porn. She gazes fondly at a black and white photo of an Old Timey lady flashing her gash with glee. “She’s my favourite.” The saucy wench in the picture is holding a sign directly above her nethers, which says “For rent” in French. “She’s so happy with herself and I love it.” I love it too. I find myself gasping in delight, not unlike that monochrome minx, at every new vajayjay I spy. “I’ve got my cats on here too. It’s a pussy joke!” I’m utterly enraptured by this smorgasbord of twats, but I have to ask… erm, why? “I have a vulva wall because there are dicks everywhere. Why are there dicks everywhere? Why does everyone know everything about dicks?” Amen to that, sister.