| Payback Girls need to have Bactine sprayed between their legs, David Anderson told us, it gets rid of girl-germs. So Paula and I shimmied down our undies with the days of the week on them, she was on time, I was always a day or two behind spread our legs and let the boys atomize our germy parts. Grateful we had neighborhood doctors diligent in their work to make the world safe, we made them rose petal lemonade and tuna sandwiches. When night had our parents in bed, we snuck out, made torches from sticks and rags soaked with gasoline. We ran with David and the boy docs, through the neighborhood naked jumped hedges, our torches lighting the sky as we leaped by Andromeda, Cassiopeia and the Pleiades laughing as we told the boys we touched ourselves and stirred their lemonade with our fingers. |
| Until... Until beauty is not a job requirement, rape is no longer the victim's fault, and child care is more important than roads. Until birth control is safe, effective, and shared. Until choice is no longer a political argument, and abortion is fully funded and available to all women. Until partners in marriage share the same rights under the law regardless of sexual orientation, and work in the home is shared and given value. Until lesbian is no longer a dirty word and it is safe at home, safe at school, safe at work, safe to date, and safe on the streets. Until the history books tell herstory, too until... Women share equally in the rights and responsibilities of society, I too will be a part of the Women`s Movement! |
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| Suppose I was to tell you I've never seen anything like you in any book, and no notes have been written about that gleam in your left eye. Suppose the foreign things I'm thinking were inked and made public because of this cheap merlot. I know you are uncharted. Suppose I studied your topography, each thicket and hill and canyon sweating to be outlined. To accurately sketch each curve I'd use my most precise instrument to gauge the difference of softness and humidity between points. Suppose I'd carefully find the degree of curvature of the bone curling around your neck, and, suppose, to be sure, I'd need to do it again; average my results. Suppose I'd need to record the velvet skin hidden behind your knees and, while I'm being inquisitive, I might as well test the skin that joins your hip and thigh. |
| Suppose I sipped more wine to keep my pen well-inked, and acknowledged each finger needs equal charting. Suppose I'd follow the faint line starting midway between your apple breasts running freely down the flat plains of your belly to the warm, wild places that mothers warn their children about. Suppose your pulse raised at a swollen, cherried place - I'd need to reexamine that spot since your response could have altered readings. Suppose the sudden arch of your back, the point of your toes pulled your skin in new directions. I'd have to repeat a few steps - all in the name of science, of course. And suppose I love the smile you give me and the savage way you rub against my thigh. I could take that as commission to do it again, couldn't I? |
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| We know already that in 2004, V-day will spread to thousands more venues and cultures around the world. As V-day benefit performances of "the Vagina Monologues" reach even more people, as V-day energy spreads, 2003 must be the year when we envision a new world, where violence has ended and the V-World has finally begun. Here's what the V-World will look like: When the violence stops women and girls will be Allowed to be born in China, India, and Korea Swimming in Iran Safe in their beds at home in the United States, Europe, and Asia Eating ice cream in Afghanistan Keeping their clitorises in Africa and Asia Wearing blue jeans in Italy Voting in Kuwait Walking in the park at night in the United States Openly flirting in Jordan Safe at parties on college campuses Playing with toys and not being sold as them in Asia, the United States, Europe, and Eastern Europe Driving cars in Saudi Arabia Wearing trousers in Swaziland Safely walking home from work in Juarez, Mexico Enjoying sex Celebrating their desires Loving their bodies Running the world We urge you to expand this list and put your power behind the vision -- Eve Ensler, Founder and Artistic Director, V-day/Playwright |
| ** click on that V-World advocate Tigger (above) to have him bring you to the V-day website. Here you can join in a campaign, become an activist to 'Rock the Vote,' or simply stay informed about what a world could be like... when the violence stops! |
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| Vote your vagina!
Eve Ensler, the vulva-friendly playwright, hosts a fundraiser in New York in the hopes of getting young women to vote with their ... well, you know. |
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| June 10, 2004 Playwright Eve Ensler was in New York on Monday night. And you know what that means ... Yup. The vaginas were flying. The word, which Ensler has spent six years rehabilitating through her oft-performed show "The Vagina Monologues" and her V-Day campaign to end violence against women, all traditionally centered around Valentines Day, was plastered all over the Culture Project Theater in Manhattan. It adorned posters and pamphlets and buttons and tee-shirts worn by the hundred or so women who had gathered to help Ensler and her V-Day squad launch a "V is for Vote" campaign. Their hope is to mobilize young women off of their Marc-Jacobs-encased petards and into the polling booths. And on Monday, the day after the 60th anniversary of D-Day, they were officially launching the program. If D-Day and V-Day got together, would we call it V-D Day? |