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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

A Love Letter to my Vulva: Arianna

My Lovely Arianna,

We haven’t had a morning like this together in quite a while…I really loved waking up with you, when we’re both fresh from a dream and still absorbed in the sweet haze of sleep…There was nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, only each other and the pleasure of the moment.
I’m sure I’m going to be late for work, but that doesn’t really matter. Valentine’s Day is nearly here, and thinking back on this year together, I’m pretty certain that I owe you an apology. I haven’t done my best to show you how much I appreciate you, and it shames me to think about how often I’ve ignored your needs. It’s easy during the week to tell myself that I’m just too busy, or that I’m too stressed, too tired, too angry, to give you the attention and compassion that you deserve.
I know it isn’t easy for you to submit to your polyester prison day after day, trapped in the constrictive, anti-femininity of Corporate Purgatory. I’m sorry…I promise that it will get better, and I’ll try to schedule in more time with the AA boys…I know you miss them.
I’m not always the best at expressing these things, but I Love you so much. We’ve been through a lot together; a lot of bad things happened that neither of us deserved, and you need to know that it wasn’t your fault. You’re probably thinking “I do know that”, but sometimes I can still feel the scars…even if we can’t see them anymore…
I want you to know that I revel in your fire and your passion, and I’m glad we never let popular opinion shape who we are. Everyone who said it was wrong to be together, or that there was something wrong with you, they were just ignorant, Baby. It’s because of you that I’m still alive, still fighting, still pushing for change, still have hope for a better world. There’s a place for both of us, and it will be one that we create for ourselves.
Thank you for never judging me, even though I can’t say I always did the same…Thank you for helping me heal, for showing me how to be strong, for teaching me to find myself, for inspiring me, and for forgiving me. I would not be the confident woman I am today without you.
You’re beautiful and perfect, and I respect all that you go through every month just to make sure that I’m healthy. You’re so in tune with me, and every day you find ways to help me be a better listener. I promise I’ll always be here to protect you, and more than ever, always be ready to cheer on your wild side…
Anyway, all I’m really trying to say is…Happy V-Day, my sweet.
Love,
Monika

P.S. I still don’t think we’re ever going to agree on that baby thing, but you’re welcome to keep on tryin’…

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A Love Letter to My Vulva: Miss Lady

Dear Miss Lady,

We have had a long, rough road together these last 20+ years, and I figured this year I should show you some love for Valentines Day.

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew you were special. I had to treat you like a princess so you wouldn't get sick, since you have always been prone to sickness. I've taken you to the doctor more than I've taken myself; I think I finally know the right way to care for you! You only like the finest things in life, so I will give them to you because I love you. You hate many soaps, many love things, many medications, and only one man has been able to catch your eye.

I love you because you have shown me love, and you have given me life even though it was taken from me. You have given me the greatest gift of all, and I am forever grateful. You are physically beautiful, and even my fiancé loves you. I think he loves you almost as he loves me!

Enjoy this Valentines Day, Miss Lady, and know that you are loved. You won't get a kiss for V-Day because I have to take you to work with me, but I'll make sure you get some lovin'.

Love always,

Kia

Monday, February 11, 2013

A Love Letter To my Vulva, Peter

This letter was written by someone who's first language is not English. Which is pretty damn impressive. I've left it in his original words because I think that is how it should be read.

Dear Peter,

Funny name I have for you, ha? It's a name of a dear friend of mine that inspires me.

I remember you the earliest from photos my parents took for some reason, I remember not liking that you were there for everyone to see. I stole those photos, you are mine, not anyone else.

I liked playing with you while I was growing up, it was a very exiting time to wait and watch you bleed. Then, when I started having sex as a woman with men, it was hard. I think then came the time that it started for me – to have hard feeling towards you. Why it's not fun for me to have a pines there?why can't I enjoy you, share you with others. Questions I couldn't answer at that time.

I began my transformation. The most terrible time in my life. I had to hide you, hide my breasts, hide me in a way. I remember that I enjoyed having oral sex, but it was hard too. Somewhere in that time of transformation, I started feeling that it's wrong to have you around. I feared so much from getting caught and have you exposed. I was afraid from being a man, with a man voice, and going to OBGYN. I hated having them looking at you, checking you out, putting things inside you. I wanted to be seemed like everyone else looks without their underwear. So, after many years, we departed.

I took this time now, to explain to you why we had to say goodbye. It's not that you are really gone, parts of you helped building my new parts. Most of you is here today every day in my body, and forever with me. And I love you. It took a long time, a big journey. And finely, I find myself from time to time, missing you in a good way. Thank you for being there with me.

Thank you and happy V day to you, and all other V's out there.

Yours

A Love Letter to my Vulva: LaLa's Sonnet

I love the smell of my vagina
Earth and seawater.

Makes me want to roll my tongue around her some.

If I could reach her, I would lick my own vagina.

With self love and abandon.

Both giving and receiving love.

Creating and accepting joy.

Tasting my own beauty and giving myself completely.

To myself.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

A Love Letter to my Vulva: Lydia

Dear Lydia,

I’m sure you already know, but I had to write this as a means to preserve my feelings toward you.
Where should I start, when we were first acquainted at a very young age, or the wonderful times we have shared in the past? Oh who am I kidding, last night was amazing, this morning was amazing, you are amazing and you are beautiful.
It might be odd that I’m writing this to you while you’re just right downstairs (sharing the same building was probably the greatest idea ever), but I love knowing that even if we aren’t out adventuring together, having deep conversations, or snuggled in a warm embrace that you are still around, never too far away.
I think that might be what I like most about you, we don’t have say anything to each other but we know that we accept each other in our entirety.
Thank you for helping me become the woman I am today, and I just wanted you to know that I love you... Simple, yet bold, but true!

Happy Valentines Day!