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I'm a queefer. It's unfortunate, but true. It's one of the major reasons I prefer to do yoga on my own, at home, alone. Invariably I get air in my vagina and queef. Sometimes I even queef without yoga or sex. Those are truly embarrassing moments. Once it happened right in front of my roommate. I'm not sure how the air got in there in the first place, but suffice it to say I was a little surprised. Luckily he just thought it was a fart, and farts are par for the course around our house (this is what happens when you live with guys).
My SO is used to it, and we laugh about it when it's particularly inopportune or funny. It's good to have a sense of humor about these things.
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