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For International Women's Day, here's one of my favorite from the world famous Vagina Monologues. The play is based on interviews with 200 women about their experience of sexuality. The play is a celebration of female sexuality and has inspired V-day - a movement that aims to end violence against women where the play is performed to raise money for local women charities. For more infomration on the play and on V-day please go to: V-Day
MY SHORT SKIRT
It is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.
My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.
My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.
My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.
My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.
But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine. Mine.
From "The Vagina Monologues" - Eve Ensler
http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/v/vagina-monologues-script-eve-ensler.html
Although some people dismiss the VM as frivolous and flippant, there are still some Monologues that can be quite wrenching, deep and dark. The below are some examples and also personal favorites of mine... More power to the vaginas! Happy International Women's day ladies, go get yourself a treat ;)
MEMORY
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.
My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.
My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.
My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.
My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.
But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine. Mine.
From "The Vagina Monologues" - Eve Ensler
http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/v/vagina-monologues-script-eve-ensler.html
Although some people dismiss the VM as frivolous and flippant, there are still some Monologues that can be quite wrenching, deep and dark. The below are some examples and also personal favorites of mine... More power to the vaginas! Happy International Women's day ladies, go get yourself a treat ;)
DECEMBER, 1965,
FIVE YEARS OLD.
MY MAMA TELLS ME IN A SCARY, LOUD,
LIFE-THREATENING VOICE
TO STOP SCRATCHING MY COOCHIE SNORCHER.
I BECOME TERRIFIED I HAVE SCRATCHED IT OFF DOWN THERE
AND DO NOT TOUCH MYSELF AGAIN.
EVEN IN THE BATH,
I AM AFRAID OF THE WATER GETTING IN
AND FILLING ME UP SO I EXPLODE.
I PUT BAND-AIDS OVER MY COOCHIE SNORCHER TO COVER THE HOLE,
BUT THEY FALL OFF IN THE WATER.
I IMAGINE A STOPPER, A BATH TUB PLUG UP THERE
TO PREVENT THINGS FROM ENTERING ME.
I SLEEP WITH THREE PAIRS OF HAPPY HEART-SHAPED COTTON UNDERPANTS
UNDERNEATH MY SNAP-UP PAJAMAS.
I STILL WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF, BUT I DON'T.
MEMORY,
SEVEN YEARS OLD.
EDGAR MONTANE, WHO IS 10,
GETS ANGRY AT ME AND PUNCHES ME
WITH ALL HIS MIGHT BETWEEN MY LEGS.
IT FEELS LIKE HE BREAKS MY ENTIRE SELF.
I LIMP HOME, I CAN'T PEE.
MY MAMA SAYS "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU R COOCHIE SNORCHER, GIRL ?"
AND WHEN I TELL HER WHAT EDGAR DID TO ME, SHE SAYS,
"NEVER, NEVER LET ANYONE TOUCH YOU DOWN THERE AGAIN".
I TRIED TO EXPLAIN.
"HE DIDN'T TOUCH IT, MAMA.
HE PUNCHED IT."
MEMORY,
NINE YEARS OLD.
I PLAY ON THE BED, BOUNCING AND FALLING,
AND IMPALE MY COOCHIE SNORCHER ON THE BEDPOST.
I MAKE HIGH-PITCHED SCREAMING NOISES
THAT COME STRAIGHT FROM MY COOCHIE SNORCHER'S MOUTH.
I GET TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL,
. AND THEY SEW IT UP DOWN THERE FROM WHERE IT'S BEEN TORN APART
MEMORY,
10 YEARS OLD.
I'M AT MY FATHER'S HOUSE
AND HE'S HAVIN G A PARTY UPSTAIRS.
EVERYONE'S DRINKING.
I'M PLAYING ALONE IN THE BASEMENT,
AND I'M TRYING ON MY NEW COTTON WHITE BRA AND PANTIES,
. THAT MY FATHER'S GIRLFRIEND GAVE ME
SUDDENLY MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND,
THIS BIG MAN ALFRED, COMES UP FROM BEHIND,
AND PULLS MY NEW UNDERPANTS DOWN,
AND STICKS HIS BIG, HARD PENIS RIGHT INTO MY COOCHIE SNORCHER.
I SCREAM, I KICK, I TRY TO FIGHT HIM OFF,
. BUT HE ALREADY GETS IN
MY DADDY'S THERE THEN,
AND HE HAS A GUN,
AND THERE IS A LOUD, HORRIBLE NOISE,
, AND THEN THERE IS BLOO D ALL OVER ALFRED AND ME
LOTS OF BLOOD.
I AM SURE MY COOCHIE SNORCHER IS FINALLY FALLEN OUT.
ALFRED IS PARALYZED FOR LIFE.
AND MY MAMA DOESN'T LET ME SEE MY FATHER AGAIN
FOR SEVEN YEARS.
MEMORY,
13 YEARS OLD.
MY COOCHIE SNORCHER IS A VERY BAD PLACE.
A PLACE OF PAIN, NASTINESS, PUNCHING,
INVASION AND BLOOD.
IT'S A SITE FOR MISHAPS.
IT'S A BAD LUCK ZONE.
I IMAGINE A FREEWA Y BETWEEN MY LEGS,
. AND GIRL, I AM TRAVELING
. I'M GOING FAR AWAY FROM HERE
MEMORY,
16 YEARS OLD.
, THERE IS THIS GORGEOUS
AND I MEAN GORGEOUS,
24-YEAR-OLD WOMAN IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD.
AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY,
BUT I CAN'T HELP
BUT STARING AT HER ALL THE TIME.
ONE DAY,
SHE INVITES ME INTO HER CAR.
SHE ASKS ME IF I LIKE TO KISS BOYS, AND I SAY,
"NO, I DO NOT LIKE TO DO THAT."
THEN SHE SAYS SHE WANTS TO SHOW ME SOMETHING.
AND SHE LEANS OVER,
AND SHE KISSES ME
SO SOFTLY ON THE LIPS,
WITH HER LIPS.
AND THEN SHE PUTS HER TONGUE IN MY MOUTH.
WOW.
SHE ASKED ME IF I WANT TO COME OVER TO HER HOUSE,
AND THEN SHE KISSES ME AGAIN,
AND TELLS ME TO RELAX,
TO FEEL IT,TO LET OUR TONGUES FEEL IT.
SHE ASKS MY MAMA IF I CAN SPEND THE NIGHT,
AND MY MAMA'S DELIGHTED,
THAT SUCH A BEAUTIFUL, SUCCESSFUL WOMAN
HAS TAKEN AN INTEREST IN ME.
I AM SCARED,
BUT REALLY I CAN'T WAIT.
HER APARTMENT IS FANTASTIC.
SHE'S GOT IT REALLY HOOKED UP.
IT'S THE 70s, THE BEADS,
THE FLUFFY PILLOWS, THE MOOD LIGHTS.
I DECIDE RIGHT THEN I'M GONNA BE A SECRETARY
JUST LIKE HER WHEN I GROW UP.
SHE MAKES A VODKA FOR HERSELF,
AND THEN SHE ASKS ME WHAT I'M DRINKING.
I SAY, THE SAM E AS SHE'S DRINKING,
AND SHE SAYS SHE DOESN'T THINK
MY MAMA WOULD LIKE ME DRINKING VODKA.
I SAY, "SHE PROBABLY WOULDN'T LIKE ME KISSING GIRLS EITHER."
AND THE PRETTY LADY MAKES ME A DRINK.
THEN SHE CHANGES INTO THIS CHOCOLATE...
SATIN TEDDY.
SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL.
I MEAN, I ALWAYS THOUGHT BULLDAGGERS WERE UGLY.
I SAY, "YOU LOOK GREAT."
SHE SAYS, "SO DO YOU."
I SAY, "NO, I ONLY HAVE THIS WHITE COTTON BRA AND PANTIES ON."
SO, SHE TAKES ME INTO HER CLOSET,
AND SHE CHANGES ME INTO
ANOTHER SATIN TEDDY.
IT IS LAVENDER, LIKE THE FIRST SOFT DAYS OF SPRING.
THE ALCOHOL HAS GONE TO MY HEAD, AND I AM LOOSE.
I AM READY.
I NOTICE, AS SHE LAYS ME DOWN ON HER BED,
THAT THERE IS A PICTURE OF A NAKED BLACK WOMAN WITH A HUGE AFRO.
AS SHE SLOWLY AND GENTLY LAYS ME DOWN ON HER BED,
AND JUST OUR BODIES RUBBING.
JUST OUR BODIES RUBBING MAKES ME COME.
THEN SHE DOES EVERYTHING T O ME AND MY COOCHIE SNORCHER THAT I ALWAYS THOUGHT WAS NASTY BEFORE
AND OH, MY GOD, I AM SO EXCITED.
SHE SAYS, "YOUR VAGINA, UNTOUCHED BY MAN,
"SMELLS SO FRESH, SO NICE,
I WISH I COULD KEEP IT THAT WAY FOREVER."
I GET CRAZY.
I GET CRAZY WILD.
AND THEN THE PHONE RINGS, AND IT'S MY MAMA.
SHE CATCHES ME AT EVERYTHING.
I TRY TO ACT NORMAL WHEN I GET ON THE PHONE.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, GIRL ?
HAVE YOU BEEN RUNNING ?"
I SAY, "NO, MAMA, EXERCISING."
AFTERWARDS,
THE GORGEOUS LADY TEACHES ME EVERYTHING
ABOUT MY COOCHIE SNORCHER.
SHE MAKES ME PLAY WITH MYSELF IN FRONT OF HER,
AND SHE TEACHES ME ALL THE DIFFERENT WAYS
TO GIVE MYSELF PLEASURE.
SHE IS VERY THOROUGH.
IN THE MORNING, I AM WORRIED I'VE BECOME A BUTCH,
BECAUSE I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HER.
SHE LAUGHS, BUT I NEVER SEE HER AGAIN.
YOU KNOW, I REALIZED LATER,
SHE WAS MY SURPRISING, UNEXPECTED,
POLITICALLY INCORRECT
SALVATION.
SHE TRANSFORMED MY SORRY-ASS COOCHIE SNORCHER
AND RAISED IT UP
INTO A KIND OF HEAVEN.
( applause )
( Ensler ) IN 1993, I SAW THIS INCREDIBLE PICTURE ON THE COVER OF "NEWSDAY".
IT WAS A PICTURE OF SIX YOUNG BOSNIAN GIRLS WHO HAD JUST BEEN RETURNED FROM A RAPE CAMP IN THE FORMER YUGOSLAVIA,
AND THE PICTURE WAS REALLY SHOCKING,BECAUSE ON ONE LEVEL THEY LOOKED LIKE SIX YOUNG BEAUTIFUL GIRLS IN THEIR LATE TEENS, EARLY 20s.
BUT FROM ANOTHER DIRECTION IT WAS REALLY CLEAR THAT SOMETHING HAD JUST OCCURRED TO EACH OF THESE GIRLS THAT HAD CHANGED THEM FOREVER.
INSIDE THE NEWSPAPER WAS ANOTHER PHOTOGRAPH,AND THERE WERE 30 GIRLS WHO HAD BEEN RETURNED FROM A RAPE CAMP.
AND THEY WERE ALL STANDING IN A SEMI-CIRCLE, HAVING THEIR PICTURE TAKEN,YET NOT ONE OF THEM COULD LOOK AT THE CAMERA.
THESE PICTURES COMPLETELY HAUNTED ME,AND WERE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY GOING TO THE FORMER YUGOSLAVIA SEVERAL MONTHS LATER DURING THE WAR,
WHERE I SPENT MONTHS INTERVIEWING BOSNIAN WOMEN REFUGEES IN CAMPS AND IN CENTERS.
THEIR STORIES WERE, UH, THEY WERE HORRIBLE.
AND WHEN I CAME BACK TO THE STATES,I FELT INSANE, AND I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY WE WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING ABOUT THE FACT THAT BETWEEN 20 AND 70 THOUSAND WOMEN WERE BEING RAPED
IN THE MIDDLE OF EUROPE IN 1993, AS A SYSTEMATIC TACTIC OF WAR.
AND A FRIEND OF MINE FINALLY SAID, "WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED ?"
IN THIS COUNTRY, IN ONE YEAR, AND I DO NOT EXAGGERATE, IT'S A DOCUMENTED FACT.
IN THIS COUNTRY IN ONE YEAR,
OVER 700,000 WOMEN ARE RAPED.
AND IN THEORY, WE'RE NOT AT WAR.
I WROTE THIS FOR THE BRAVE, BEAUTIFUL WOMEN OF BOSNIA AND KOSOVA.
~_~MY VAGINA WAS GREEN WATER,
SOFT PINK FIELDS,
COW MOOING, SUN RESTING, SWEET BOYFRIEND,
TOUCHING LIGHTLY WITH A SOFT PIECE OF BLONDE STRAW.
THERE IS SOMETHING BETWEEN MY LEGS.
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS.
I DO NOT KNOW WHERE IT IS.
NOT NOW.
NOT ANYMORE.
NOT SINCE.
MY VAGINA WAS CHATTY, CAN'T WAIT, SO MUCH SAYING
WORDS TALKING, CAN'T QUIT TRYING,
CAN'T QUIT SAYING, "YES, YES."
NOT SINCE I DREAM THERE'S A DEAD ANIMAL
SEWN IN DOWN THERE
WITH THICK BLACK FISHING LINE.
AND THE BAD DEAD ANIMAL SMELL CANNOT BE REMOVED.
AND ITS THROAT IS SLIT
AND IT BLEEDS THROUGH ALL MY SUMMER DRESSES.
MY VAGINA SINGING ALL GIRL SONGS,
ALL GOAT BELL RINGING SONGS,
ALL WILD AUTUMN FIELD SONGS,
VAGINA SONGS, VAGINA HOME SONGS.
NOT SINCE THE SOLDIERS
PUT A LONG, THICK RIFLE
INSIDE ME.
SO COLD, THE STEEL ROD CANCELING MY HEART.
DON'T KNOW WHETHER THEY'RE GONNA FIRE IT OR SHOVE IT THROUG H MY SPINNING BRAIN.
SIX OF THEM, WITH BLACK MASKS SHOVING BOTTLES UP ME TOO.
THERE WERE STICKS, AND THE END OF A BROOM, MY VAGINA SWIMMING RIVER WATER, CLEAN SPILLING WATER OVER SUN-BAKED STONES, OVER STONE CLIT, CLIT STONES OVER AND OVER.
NOT SINCE I HEARD THE SKIN TEAR AND MADE LEMON SCREECHING SOUNDS...
NOT SINCE A PIECE OF MY VAGINA CAME OFF IN MY HAND, NOW ONE PART OF THE LIP,
ONE SIDE OF THE LIP IS COMPLETELY GONE.
MY VAGINA.
A LIVE, WET, WATER VILLAGE.
MY VAGINA
WAS ONCE MY HOMETOWN.
NOT SINCE THEY TOOK TURNS.
THEY TOOK TURNS FOR SEVEN DAYS SMELLING LIKE FECES AND SMOKED MEAT.
THEY LEFT THEIR DIRTY SPERM INSIDE ME.
AND I BECAME A RIVER OF POISON AND PUS, AND ALL THE CROPS DIED AND THE FISH.
MY VAGINA...
A LIVE, WET, WATER VILLAGE.
THEY INVADED IT.
THEY BUTCHERED IT. AND BURNED IT DOWN. I DO NOT TOUCH NOW. I DO NOT VISIT.
I LIVE SOMEPLACE ELSE NOW.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT IS.
----
MY VAGINA DOESN'T NEED TO BE CLEANED UP.
IT SMELLS GOOD ALREADY DON'T TRY TO DECORATE.
DON'T BELIEVE HIM WHEN HE TELLS YOU
IT SMELLS LIKE ROSE PETALS,
WHEN IT'S SUPPOSED TO SMELL LIKE PUSSY.
THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE DOING, YOU KNOW, TRYING TO CLEAN IT UP,
MAKE IT SMELL LIKE A BATHROOM SPRAY OR A GARDEN.
ALL THOSE DOUCHE SPRAYS.
FLORAL, BERRY, RAIN.
I DON'T WANT MY PUSSY TO SMELL LIKE RAIN !
ALL CLEANED UP LIKE WASHING A FISH AFTER YOU'VE COOKED IT
I WANNA TASTE THE FISH !
THAT'S WHY I ORDERED IT !
YOU HEARD THE JOKE ABOUT "GOOD EVENING, LADIES" ?
NO.
, OH, WELL, IT'S A JOKE THAT GOES
, "A BLIND MAN PASSED THE FISH MARKET
AND HE SAYS, "GOOD EVENING, LADIES !"
MY FIANCE SAYS IT'S LIKE POTPOURRI AND ROSES.
THAT'S SICK.
THAT'S LIKE DOUCHING WITH LIKE...
FABRIC FRESH OR GLAD OR WHATEVER.
THE THING YOU GET LIKE ALL FREAKED OUT,
, BECAUSE THERE' S ALL THESE WARNINGS
ABOUT THE ODOR, AND THEN THE ODOR SHOWS UP,
AND YOU'RE LIKE, OH, MY GOD, WHAT'S GOING ON ?
AND THEN YOU REALIZE IT'S NORMAL.
THEN THERE'S THOSE EXAMS.
WHO THOUGHT UP THOSE EXAMS ?
. I KNOW THERE HAS TO BE A BETTER WAY
WHY THE SCARY PAPER DRESS THAT SCRATCHES YOUR TITS ?
? WHY THE FUNKY RUBBER GLOVES
WHY THE FLASHLIGHT ALL UP THERE,
LIKE NANCY DREW WORKING AGAINST GRAVITY ?
WHY THE NAZI STEEL STIRRUPS ?
WHY THE MEAN, COLD DUCK LIPS THEY SHOVE INSIDE YOU ?
! WHAT IS THAT ?
. MY VAGINA IS FURIOUS ABOUT THESE VISITS
IT GETS DEFENDED WEEKS IN ADVANCE,
IT WON'T GO OU T OF THE HOUSE.
, THEN YOU GET THERE
DON'T YOU LOVE THAT ?
. "RELAX YOUR VAGINA
RELAX, COME ON, SCOOT DOWN, SCOOT DOWN, RELAX YOUR VAGINA."
WHY ?
MY VAGINA'S NOT STUPID.
YOU'RE ABOUT TO SHOVE MEAN , COLD DUCK LIPS UP INSIDE IT !
. IT'S JUST HORRIBLE
FIRST THING, THE ROOM IS ALWAYS VERY COLD.
YOU KNOW, YOU'RE SITTING THERE,
. SPREADING YOUR LEGS, IT'S JUST HORRIBLE
WHAT THEY CALL A SPECULUM, OR WHATEVER THAT THING IS ?
I CAN'T STAND IT,
EVEN WHEN THAT LITTLE BRUSH THING FOR THE PA P SMEAR GOES IN THERE,
. IT MAKES ME CRINGE
AND THEY'RE LIKE, "OH, DOES THIS HURT WHEN I SQUEEZE HERE ?"
WELL, YEAH.
YOU'RE SQUEEZING MY VAGINA, IT'S NOT A COMFORTABLE FEELING.
WHY CAN'T THEY FIND SOME NICE, DELICIOUS PURPLE VELVET
AND WRAP IT AROUND ME,
, LAY ME DOWN IN SOM E FEATHERY COTTON SPREAD
PUT ON SOME FRIENDLY PINK OR BLUE GLOVES,
AND REST MY FEET IN SOME FUR-COVERED STIRRUPS ?
WARM UP THE DUCK LIPS !
WORK WITH MY VAGINA !
! BUT NO, MORE TORTURES
DRY WAD OF FUCKING COTTON,
, COLD DUCK LIPS
THONG UNDERWEAR !
. THAT SHIT IS THE WORST
IT IS THE WORST.
IT MOVES AROUN D ALL THE TIME.
IT GETS STUCK IN THE BACK OF YOUR VAGINA,
REAL CRUSTY BUTT.
THE VAGINA IS SUPPOSED TO BE LOOSE AND WIDE,
NOT HELD TOGETHER.
THAT'S WHY GIRDLES ARE SO BAD.
E WE NEED TO MOV
AND SPREAD AND TALK.
VAGINAS NEED TO TALK.
WHY DON'T THEY MAK E SOMETHING COMFORTABLE,
? SOMETHING TO GIVE THEM PLEASURE
OF COURSE THEY WON'T DO THAT
THEY HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE
TO SEE A WOMAN HAVING PLEASURE.
PARTICULARLY SEXUAL PLEASURE.
I SAY, MAKE A NICE PAI R OF WHITE COTTON UNDERPANTS
WITH A FRENCH TICKLER BUILT IN.
THAT'S RIGHT, THAT'S RIGHT.
WOMEN WOULD BE COMING ALL DAY.
COMING IN THE SUPERMARKETS.
"GIVE ME THE JUICE."
THEY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO STAND IT.
SEEING ALL THESE ENERGIZED, NOT-TAKING-SHIT,
HOT, HAPPY VAGINAS COMING DOWN THE STREET.
IF MY VAGINA COULD TALK...
IT WOULD TALK ABOU T ITSELF LIKE ME.
IT WOULD TALK ABOU TO THER FABULOUS VAGINAS
IT WOULD DO VAGINA IMPRESSIONS.
IT WOULD WEAR HARRY WINSTON DIAMONDS,
NO CLOTHING.
JUST THERE, ALL DRAPED IN THE DIAMONDS.
MY VAGINA HELPED RELEASE A GIANT BABY.
IT THOUGHT IT WOULD BE DOING MORE OF THAT.
IT'S NOT.
NOW IT WANTS TO TRAVEL.
IT DOES NOT WANT A LOT OF COMPANY.
IT WANTS TO READ AND KNOW THINGS AND GET OUT MORE.
IT WANTS SEX.
IT LOVES SEX.
IT WANTS TO GO DEEPER.
IT'S HUNGRY FOR DEPTH.
IT WANTS KINDNESS.
IT WANTS CHANGE.
IT WANTS SILENCE AND FREEDOM
AND GENTLE KISSES AND WARM LIQUIDS
AND DEEP TOUCH.
. IT WANTS CHOCOLATE
. IT WANTS TO SCREAM
IT WANTS TO STOP BEING ANGRY !
IT WANTS TO COME.
IT WANTS TO WANT.
IT WANTS.
MY VAGINA, IT WANTS,
IT WANTS EVERYTHING.
( applause )
I'VE BEEN HARD-PRESSED TO FIND A HAPPY VAGINA FACT.
I FOUND THIS ONE AND NOW I THINK I LIVE TO TELL IT.
THE CLITORIS I S PURE IN PURPOSE.
Y IT IS THE ONLY ORGAN I N THE MALE OR FEMALE BOD
DESIGNED SOLELY FOR PLEASURE.
THE CLITORIS IS SIMPLY A BUNDLE OF NERVES,
8,000 NERVE FIBERS , TO BE PRECISE.
THAT IS A HIGHER CONCENTRATION OF NERVE FIBERS
THAN IS FOUND ANYWHERE ELSE IN THE BODY,
INCLUDING THE FINGERTIPS,
LIPS, AND TONGUE.
AND IT IS TWICE...
TWICE...
TWICE...
THE NUMBER IN THE PENIS.
( cheering and applause )
Read more...
Most women who are single in their 30s have already had a long-term, serious relationship or even a marriage, which they got into in their early 20s. In the US, many people are calling these relationships ‘starter marriages', in reference to ‘starter homes', meaning they are your first serious relationship, which you quickly outgrow. Divorcee Laura thinks she is much better equipped as a 30-something to embark on a successful relationship than she was in her 20s. "I find the idea of a ‘starter marriage' very interesting and very true. But I don't think this should detract from these marriages though... I got married at 21 with every intention of it being forever. I valued that and I tried to make it work. Unfortunately, I worshipped my ex and allowed myself to be moulded by him. Now, though, I know who I am - and hopefully I won't let that person disappear beneath a relationship again. I just want to find someone who will allow me to be me." 
Dr Saliha says, "We are in a transition period. In the past, women were expected to manage the marriage, make the sacrifices and be patient. It's different now. Women in their 30s today are not like their mothers - they work and consider themselves to be equal partners in a relationship. Many men in their 30s don't know how to deal with these women, as their knowledge of women is based on their own mothers. The pressures are high because neither sex has a mental model to work from and they have to learn as they grow. The next generation will have a much more elaborate set of relationship templates." Like a species evolving to suit their changing habitat, these women's expectations about men and relationships has shifted in line with the dramatic changes in their social environment. Their self-esteem is not dictated by their relationship status, but they're not burning bras and campaigning for men to be shipped off to Mars either. They like men just as much as the next woman, but they value a lot of different people in their lives. They believe that having a long-term happy relationship is preferable: but it is not the foundation of their emotional wellbeing. They know that times have changed. They get it. And they're absolutely fine with it. Now, these Single Bright Females just have to sit tight and wait for the rest of society to catch up and understand that, with this grand independence comes a more frivolous attitude towards the opposite sex. 
"For people here, you have the Dubai factor - a large number of people in their 30s, all living abroad, in a sunny, holiday-like atmosphere - it's like a playing field. The changes in gender roles with many girls outperforming boys at school and college, women having successful careers and financial independence can make some men feel insecure. If a man is sufficiently feminist in the sense that he is fully supportive of equality, he will be better able to cope with strong females. My advice for people in Dubai is to be mindful and to aim for healthy, loving relationships based on mutual trust and respect." Single stats: 70% of Americans think that the institution of marriage is weaker than it was 20 years ago. 51% of women in Britain under the age of 50 who are not married. This figure has more than doubled in 30 years. 
Trivia from Wika: 
year, and of course, those whom I dance with: Zouk, Bachata, Tango and the biggest contingent of Salsa. There’s Pam who came all the way from Dubai, and some who knew 2 weeks ago, and those who just knew the night before or 10 minutes ago. I was utterly dumbfounded. 
Now, this is the part where I will try to send big-hearted thank you’s even though I know this will never come to truly capture the magnitude of my gratitude up until now... 
No cost was spared and everything was executed well, from my very pretty chauffeur dressed in white lace greeting me with a sweet card and a strict blindfold, to tumbling down the plank, to the chorus of “Surprise!”. The purple petals on the floor, the banner with a giant me on it, the swarm of vibrant balloons, and well-deliberated army of friends. I have to mention the 5-star glorious buffet of Le Royal Meriden (as I could not take a photo as my itching fingers were banned from holding the camera, being the celebrant) – I’ve always preferred
sea food and this time, the sea food bar was overflowing with fresh lobsters, prawns, mussels, crabs and what-nots all drizzled in delectable sauces. Then there were the salads and the mains, a smorgasbord of international cuisines! Of course, my favorite, desserts of delectable petit fours and cakes of all sizes. Oh goodness, I still feel warm when I remember my 3-layers of iced cake bedecked with wishes, like its my debut, lol! (I’ve got a very memorable wish though, winks!)
l the crew of the ship dressed in their cute Sailor moon outfits. 
