thanks yuki for being there again. i have my next appointment tomorrow, hope things will work out. i read vagina monologue today, as in the book, not the play, though dyign to watch the play. I love the book and i m dying to look at someone's vagina and that someone actually say i m chi seen, alright. literally, i m. anyway, i realise i m one fo the lucky kinda woman who do love vagina. man does not love vagina as we do, they love the contraction and the wet and the tight and all these tiltilating criteria for a good fuckable pussy. but i love vagina like i love my boobs, like i love literature like i love writing like i love looking at the mirror and soemtimes feel pretty. My vagina is my little sister that i cant live without, i love her as much as i love mysefl, in fact i love her more than myself, more than other part of myself. if i were to mutilate myself during one of my episode of emotional break down, i will never ever do it to my vagina. I love my clitoris, i talk to it. someone talk to it to and we like it. my clitoris is this little shy cutie that keep hiding and love to show off at the same time. i m my clitoris. and i ask her what will her vagina wears, she say t shirt and jeans, and i think i wil have sexy lingerie. then i ask her if her vagina could talk what would it say, she says " hello?", i think i will say" haze, you know wat, i don really like your G strings, i keep falling out of it. "so i love vagina. this passage is a pledge of loyalty to my most important and beautiful and sexy organ that i m never able to dress up or show off though it deserves all the pride enjoyed by my other parts of body. i love vagina. i believe that all vagina deserve respect and care. it is jsut sad to know some woman actually have to get their bf or husband to find out where is their clitoris or believ that they don have it at all. it is sad that woman are abused by a butch of dicks( i mean those dicks that doesn respect vagina for i don discriminate organs in general) that knwo nothign about vagina except how it looks like.it is sad to know that vaginas are mutilated, raped, incested, brutally assaulted in war, home or a marriage bed. i feel like helping those women , to share my love of my vagina with them and get them learn how to love theirs and teach those dicks that respect vagina but are simply stupid to say hi and shake hands with those vaginas again. i love vagina. it is where we come from. the vagina monologue talk about how vagina can sacrifice, it accomodate, it expand to let us out in the word. it bleeds, it love, it is jsut speechlessly marvelous. i don remember how that passage is in the book, this poem about birthing, jsut totally wonderful wonderful and touch my life so much, i can almost hear my vagina goes aw...how sweet and smile.