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Airing it out…

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Politics, Self Improvement on August 8, 2012 at 11:20 am

My Flower. My Kitti Kat. My VAGINA!

Come on. We have to talk about it sometimes. Don’t let those pushing to take away womens rights be the only ones talking about it – even though they don’t like to call it by its name. “Vagina.” There! I said it and sometimes the word needs airing out.

“I bet you’re worried. I was worried.” That’s why I’ve decided to share the words of EVE ENSLER with you today. Surely you’re familiar with The Vagina Monologues. Right? If not, sit back and enjoy a little insight into many a mans ‘afternoon delight‘.

[The Vagina Monologues]– “There’s so much darkness and secrecy surrounding them — like the Bermuda triangle. Nobody ever reports back from there.

In the first place, it’s not so easy even to find your vagina. Women go weeks, months, sometimes years without looking at it. I interviewed a high-powered businesswoman who told me she was too busy; she didn’t have the time. Looking at your vagina, she said, is a full day’s work. You have to get down there on your back in front of a mirror that’s standing on its own, full-length preferred. You’ve got to get in the perfect position, with the perfect light, which then is shadowed somehow by the mirror and the angle you’re at. You get all twisted up. You’re arching your head up, killing your back. You’re exhausted by then. She said she didn’t have the time for that. She was busy.

So I decided to talk to women about their vaginas, to do vagina interviews, which became vagina monologues. I talked with over two hundred women. I talked to old women, young women, married women, single women, lesbians, college professors, actors, corporate professionals, sex workers, African America women, Hispanic women, Asian American women, Native American women, Caucasion women, Jewish women. At first women were reluctant to talk. They were a little shy. But once they got going, you couldn’t stop them. Women secretly love to talk about their vaginas. They get very excited, mainly because no one’s ever asked them before.

Let’s just start with the word “vagina.” It sounds like an infection at best, maybe a medical instrument: “Hurry, Nurse, bring me the vagina.” “Vagina.” “Vagina.” Doesn’t matter how many times you say it, it never sounds like a word you want to say. It’s a totally ridiculous, completely unsexy word. If you use it during sex, trying to be politically correct –“Darling, could you stroke my vagina?” — you kill the act right there.

I’m worried about vaginas, what we call them and don’t call them.

In Great Neck, they call it a pussycat. A woman there told me that her mother used to tell her, “Don’t wear panties underneath your pajamas, dear: you need to air out your pussycat.” In Westchester they called it a pooki, in New Jersey a twat. There’s a “powderbox,” derri’ere,” a “poochi,” a “poopi,” a “peepe,” a “poopelu,” a “poonani,” a “pal,” a “piche”,” “toadie,” “dee dee,” “nishi,” “dignity,” “monkey box,” coochi snorcher,” “cooter,” “labbe,” “Gladys Sieglman,” “VA,” “wee wee,” “horsepot,” “nappy dugout,” “mongo,” a “pajama,” “fannyboo,” “mushmellow,” a “ghoulie,” “possible,” “tamale,” “tottita,” “Connie,” a “Mimi” in Miami, a “split knish” in Philadelphia, and a “shmende” in the Bronx.

I am worried about vaginas.”

 — Eve Ensler

I’m obviously worried about my own vagina too;
as it relates to politics and the birth control issue.

I’m worried about rape and hoarding unwanted batter.
I’m worried because Republicans said – the HOW’s don’t matter.

If you’re impregnated from a rape, be informed young lady,
The Republicans said NO RIDDANCE – you must have the baby.

The vagina is connected to the ovaries, and the womb is the home,
but birth control, doesn’t just control birth, it also regulates our hormones.

The vagina is often spoken about, but never addressed as “my own”.
And if the good Lord didn’t give you one – please leave mine alone.

It’s not a debatable issue. What I call it is MY kitti kat,
I’m Qui
Airing it out – because every now & then, folks need that.