If your vagina got dressed, what would it wear?

The Vagina Monologues. So far, 2 sold-out shows at St. Olaf, with a third performance tomorrow. Pretty successful! I love the Vagina Monologues. I don't identify that much with my reproductive organs, but I love my vulva.

Mine would wear a blanket. A warm fleece tie-blanket.

The Vagina Monologues have been very influential in my life. This is the fourth year I've seen them, and for the fourth year, I have laughed and cried and thought about and identified with the monologues. "My Angry Vagina" and "The Woman Who Liked to Make Vaginas Happy" are two of my favorite funny monologues. Cold mean duck lips, dry wads of fucking cotton and the surprise triple orgasm get the whole audience laughing. Others, like "My Vagina Was My Village" and "Memory of Her Face" bring me to tears to think of the pain that women experience because of they are women.

Others, like "The Flood" and "The Little Coochie Snorcher That Could" make me so thoughtful. These poor women have/had oppressed any comfort or identification with their down there's and coochie snorchers. Our vaginas are a part of us. What has to happen for you to only associate your coochie snorcher with pain and misery and humiliation? And even more perplexing, how did more abuse save your coochie snorcher and help it become a source of pleasure? Probably, my favorite one is "Hair." Hair is about a woman whose husband made her shave her vulva, and cheated on her when she wouldn't. Why would shaving your vag to make yourself look like a 10 year old be a turn-on? Hair is there because it hasn't lost it's evolutionary purpose yet. Being sanitary is important, but having hair isn't unsanitary. I don't need to shave my vag. It and I are just as happy and healthy with hair as without it.

In any case, if you haven't seen the Vagina Monologues, I suggest you see it. It's a wonderful play, and all proceeds help end violence against women (money is donated to local organizations depending on where you see it).

The Vagina Monologues

Tonight was the first performance of the Vagina Monologues at St. Olaf this year. I went to see them for the first time last year, and loved it.

Again, this time, I loved it! It was uplifting and moving and fantastic. I have never known how to answer the question: What would your vagina wear? This year, maybe because of the weather, I think I finally know what my vagina would wear. A snuggie. While drinking a mug of chai latte during a thunderstorm. Of course, it could also wear sweatpants if it wanted.

In any case, this year the Vagina Monologues is bringing attention to the DRC, the Democratic Republic of Congo, where thousands of women and girls are victims of sexual violence and rape, a very effective and dehumanizing weapon to use against an ethnic group. It's been used in hundreds of wars and conflicts, but most people today don't realize it still exists in the world. The Congolese monologue was incredibly moving, and listed rules that a 17 year old Congolese girl made after being held as a sex slave for 2 years, being raped three times a day, and giving birth to her captors child, and finally escaping.

The Vagina Monologues make me proud to have a vagina and to be a feminist. While my transgenderism makes me reluctant to identify myself as having a vagina and being a feminist, those are two things I cannot part with. Having a vagina and being a feminist does not make one a woman, it seems.