so i watched the vagina monologues for the first time last night (dvd, not the show itself), so i was thinking about some of the questions she asked the women in the documentary segments...
if your vagina could talk, what would it say?
what would your vagina wear?
um...probably a lot of silk, cashmere, and satin.
when was the first time someone hurt your vagina?
i'm not quite sure...but i do remember when i learned that i could physically rebel against someone who wasn't good for me, even when i tried to ignore that fact.
interestingly enough, i'm finding that a lot of my openness with my body has to do with not being told things. i was never told not to touch it. i was never told it was bad or ugly or whatever. it just...was.
conversely, i wasn't beat over the head with the beauty of it all, either.
i was allowed to discover and explore a lot of things without condemnation or shame...for myself, not thru the eyes of someone else.
no, it wasn't because my parents were ultra-liberal hippies or back-to-nature fanatics. there were just more important things. like...school. or (for my father) keeping the doors locked at night.
when it came time to talk about sex, it was a perfectly natural thing. a thing that could have consequences, but nothing to be particularly hung up or ashamed about.
i'm glad for that.