journal entry

So, we all got together and went up on stage, delivering fierce words about how our vaginas feel. And at the end of it, I think we all felt good. Like an orgasm, long held back had just been released.
I guess our vaginas have been shy, sad, angry, heart-broken, and even wrecked completely in some ways. But I'd like to think that they also have the strength to still breathe, just the way people move on with their every days even after massive heartbreaks leave permanent cracks in them.
I have really seen the worst of so many things in my life last few months-- from health to personal affairs and the loss of people who stood like stars on the horizon.
But I have also gained a lot.
I've learnt that there is beauty in little things in life:
1. Right now, the relief in the gash left behind by a bad tooth that threatened to burst through your head.
2. The feeling of hollow you get when you wake up to a lonely house in the afternoon.
3. The warmth of a puppy next to you, when you wake up to a nightmare.
4. The reassurance of a cup of tea when you have a bad headache.
5. The joy in changing nappies of a newborn.
6. Just watching a newborn.
7. And I guess, just knowing life goes on, even when your heart is broken.

My vagina

I wonder how it would be to talk to my vagina.

I feel like it is the most ignored part of my body-- most ignored, brutalized, and now embattled.

I feel like my vagina is the most special part of me-- no one has to see it, or ask questions about its shape or the spread. I don't need to buy a correct cup size for it. I don't need to hear my friends comment on how nice or fat or sagged it looks. It's the most intimate part of me.
And always, when I feel an emotion strongly, I have felt it connect to my vagina. Not just sexual stuff. Emotions like anger, fear. It's like an intuition.
There's a certain man, for instance, whose presence always churned storms in my navel in a nice way. And the winds tavelled everywhere below the navel in so much warmth whenever he was around. And it was with this man I experienced an orgasm for the first time in my life. So, the intuitive part of me is my vagina, I like to think. Because when someone touches me the wrong way, it has always been my vagina that felt repelled, even before my head or the heart did.