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Vagina Monologues

Don't make me make this friends-only.
I just want to write a little bit about what I was expecting, what I thought, and what surprised me (or didn't).

I was expecting a large, flailing, obnoxious display of feminism. That is not what I saw. Well, some of the time it peeked out, but not for very long, and it was not very pronounced. For this, I was thankful.

I believe that all men(humans) are created equal. Everyone deserves equal rights, pay, and especially respect. Why the human race has yet to figure this out, I know not.

I believe that the body is a temple. It is not to be desecrated, mutilated, or otherwise manipulated. It is not to be shared or flaunted about in public. I understand that people are proud of they're bodies, but please do not subject me (or others) to the parade of flesh that has become our society. I DO NOT believe that women should be degraded for the way they choose to dress, but please people! Show a little decency. People that say "She's just asking to be raped when she dresses that way" should be shot.
While I believe this, I also believe that people have the right to do as they wish with their bodies. I, nor anyone else, have the right to force beliefs on others. As long as these things don't cause physical pain to the person, I say go for it. But please do not infringe on my right to not be subjected to massive amounts of flesh being shown in public.

I expected to cry. I expected to hear stories of rape, abuse, and emotional distress. I expected to be assaulted by the negative aspects of humanity. I was wrong. A miniscule amount of the monologues were about abuse. Some were about emotional distress. None were purely about rape. Most were about coming to be a women. Being different. Being themselves. Being part of a group. The only monologue that made me cry was called I was there in the room. It was about birth. It was about the beauty of childbirth and the amazing quality to experience it. That is what moved me the most.

Some of the monologues were hilarious. I was cracking up and hooting and hollering. Some were so serious and so heart-felt that you didn't quite know if clapping was appropriate. There was only one that I found to be extremely offensive. It was called Reclaiming Cunt. It was the story of a woman who loved the word Cunt and could feel it through her whole body. It was done, artistically, very well. There was feeling behind it. There was emotion. And all of those elements aided in making me uncomfortable (something that doesn't happen often) and angered. I can't fully explain my feelings, but it is my opinion that the monologue's was crude and distasteful. If I hadn't been so intrigued by it, I might have left instead of hope it would be over quickly.

This monologue was the one that made me realize how ridiculous it is for BCS to be restricted from releasing a song that has the word "penis" in it. It does not have sexual innuendos in it. It does not use crude slang words for parts of the anatomy. And if RIT can sponsor women on stage doing impressions of different kinds of orgasms(for the record, that one was HILARIOUS) and orgasming on stage over the meaning of the word Cunt (while repeating the word over and over), then it truly doesn't make sense why we can't sing the word Penis. PENIS!

Some of the participants (I will not call them actors) were amazing. Some were okay. Some you could tell they had memorized the words, and that they probably had never been on stage before. But they were all there because they had something to say. Something to share. Something to express. It meant something to them to be in this production. And I respect that whole-heartedly.

Over all, the show made me realize how lucky I am. To have grown-up in an environment conducive to (semi)open dialogue about intimate and private emotions, feelings, and body parts. To have a mother who learned from her mother's parenting mistakes. To have someone who I can talk to if I want to or not talk to if I don't want to and not be pressured either way. To have the knowledge of "stuff" that I have always taken for granted.... not realizing that others (especially other women) have never spoken about such topics, have never discussed things or even thought about them. To have the most wonderful boyfriend who I know I can trust. Who I know will never hurt me, emotionally, physically, or spiritually. And having friends that I can talk to about anything, anywhere, anytime.... that is what makes me the most fortunate.
I pray to God to be with those who are less fortunate than I.

I love you. You know who you are. :-)



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