I love My Vagina (inspired by the Vagina Monologues)

"I Love My Vagina"

Well...I think I love my vagina. I don't know.I mean. I guess I do. How does one love their vagina? Or own their vagina?... I know what i do love...and that is my sexuality and i love the power that comes with having a vagina. I know that's contrary to what we've been talking about in this class...but in my life my vagina has given me power. Power of all different kind... You know how much free shit i've gotten with my vagina? A lot. You know. Haven't you ever gotten free shit for yours? If you haven't you're not using it right!

I know that I am a woman and because of that I am not supposed to do certain things or say certain things or act in certain ways or write certain...but it doesnt matter to me or my vagina what i'm supposed to do or not do.

My vagina likes sex. My vagina likes to be left alone. My vagina does not get turned on when a guy shoves his knee up there when we're making out...use your fucking hand you idiot. My vagina is pretty freakin' sweet. It's a smart vagina and a talented vagina...a talented vagina that i leave at home when i go to church for fear of it screaming out during service "I HAVE SINNED!"

she thinks five minutes isn't long enough for anything.
she thinks its rude if you stop by for a visit and leave a mess.
she likes attention. of any kind.
again...she hates knees (and yes it really happens)
she loves boy shorts. they're comfy.

My vagina has been out way past curfew and asks you not to tell my dad. We wouldn't want to break his heart...

July 9

How do I clear my head WHEN THERE'S SO MUCH i DON'T UNDERSTAND, SO MUCH I COULDNT UNDERSTAND MORE FULLY, SO MUCH PAIN, SO MUCH FEAR. pAIN FROM WHAT i'VE HAD TO GO THROUGH. pAIN OF WHAT I'VE SEEN. fEAR THAT IT WILL ALL COME BACK AGAIN. fEAR THAT ONE DAY i WILL WIND UP BACK IN THAT HORRIBLE DARK PLACE. sO MUCH FEAR THAT i HIDE IN MYSELF. sO MUCH FEAR THAT I DO NOT LET A SINGLE PERSON INTO MY LIFE. nO ONE IS CLOSE TO ME, NOT A SINGLE PERSON. i'VE PUSHED THEM ALL SO FAR AWAY. i'VE PUSHED AND i'VE PUSHED AND i'VE PUSHED. iT'S THESE UNBREAKABLE WALLS THAT i'VE BUILT UP & i'M NOT LETTING A SINGLE PERSON IN.

i FIND THE FLAWS IN EVERYTHING.
i DONT ALLOW MYSELF TO BE OPEN AND AVAILIABLE.
i HIDE.
i CRY ON THE INSIDE, NEVER ON THE OUTSIDE.
i CAN'T FUNCTION.
i HAVE PANIC aTTACKS.
i WANT TO SCREAM.
i WANT TO CRY.
i WANT TO CRY EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY SINGLE DAY OF EVERY SINGLE HOUR.

i WANT TO RIP MY SOUL OUT OF MY BODY AND START OVER.
i WANT TO BE SOMEONE ELSE.
i WANT TO BE SOMEONE ELSE.
i WANT TO BE SOMEWHERE ELSE.
nO i DONT.
i WANT TO BE ME.
bUT NOT IN this life; NOT FACING THESE ISSUES.
i WANT TO TRUST PEOPLE.
i WANT TO NOT FEAR THE WORLD.
i WANT TO NOT WANT TO CRY.
i WANT TO SAY NO.
i WANT TO START OVER.
i WANT TO BE SOMEONE ELSE.
i WANT TO BE SMARTER,
RICHER
FASTER
PRETTIER
SKINNIER.
i WANT TO BE ALL THAT i'M NOT.

i WANT TO BE LESS RECKLESS; I WANT TO BE LESS CAREFUL.
i WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WANT AND WHY I WANT IT.
i WANT TO FORGET WHAT i'VE BEEN THROUGH.
i WANT TO FORGET WHAT i KNOW.
i WANT TO BE LESS AWARE.
hAPPIER.
nIAEVE.
i WANT TO CARRY MYSELF IN A WAY THAT MAKES PEOPLE NOTICE.

i WANT TO JUDGE PEOPLE LESS.
i WANT TO FEEL JUDGED LESS.
i WANT MORE PATIENCE.
i WANT LESS ATTITUDE.
i WANT TO BE MORE COMPASSIONATE.
i WANT TO BE HAPPY.
i DONT WANT TO CRY.
i DONT WANT TO FEEL PANIC.
i DONT WANT TO FEEL LIKE I NEED TO CRY.
i NEED TO CRY.
i DONT WANT TO.
i WANT TO BE SOMEONE ELSE, SOMEWHERE ELSE.
i WANT TO FORGET.
i CANT FORGET.
i'LL NEVER FORGET.

Kiss

I kissed a girl once.
It was nice.
Her lips were soft and sensual
and it made sense why some people are lesbians.

Girls are gentle.
They are nurturing
and sweet
and empathetic
and compassionate.
Women do things slowly and carefully
They do things intentionally.

Women know and understand when certain things
are appropriate, and others are not.
They are aware of what's crucial
and what can be overlooked.
Women think before acting.
They are precise and meticulous.
Women know how to fold the corners of wrapping paper.
They know to make soup on a cold day.
Women match socks and fold their underwear.
Women are aware.
Women are kind.

I kissed a girl once,
and it was nice.