The Women’s Almanac of Personal Questions (Now with Answers!)

Why should I apologize for queefing?

You shouldn’t. Say it was a fart, the cat, an old boot, the sound of the patriarchy dying, or, better yet, say it was your vagina and then be proud of your squeaky balloon pocket.

What should be done about my unkempt muff?

Nothing. If you can grow it long enough to cover your tits, then you got yourself a bathing suit for summer as well as a toasty winter coat. It truly is for all seasons.

Should period stained panties be thrown away?

Only ever … periodically.

What should I do about the dark nipple hairs around my areola?

Braid them together and run howling naked through the streets. If possible, attach things to them and windmill them in front of parents. A piece of advice, go for the parents with the furrowed brows.

Should I change the sheets after cumming?

Continue adding to it. Ideally, if you are currently laying in a lake, try creating an ocean as we are currently experiencing a water crisis. Then, sleep in it and feel proud that your body could experience such glorious unfiltered pleasure.

Giving People Their Space in Public

The strange sensation of giving space in public
even now don’t give it to me

DON’T

Give me this
and give me my space in public

the space to freely move this body
through the street
engaging in ____ repetition
Repeat this monstrous rhythm
within this entrapped tradition of
moving through the physical space

Give me this because I will gratuitously give you

this space

EVERY _____ TIME


your voices echo
up these walls
and through the subway
halls

I give you

this space

would you kindly give
memine


When, If, and Not

When you date the man you’re going to marry,

only to realize you don’t want to be married.

When you love the woman you wish you could be,

only to realize you could never be loved.

When you kiss someone goodbye,

only to realize you were saying hello.

When you break your heart,

only to realize it never needed mending.

When you hold someone close,

only to realize you pulled them through you.

When you become a parent,

only to realize you are barren.

When your adjectives become the adverbs of the actions

you wish you could perform.

I Am the Square that Moves Like a Circle

I am skeleton buildings and pallet furniture

I am insulated under armor

I am a loophole on repeat

I am pinto beans and pineapple rings

Consummation of voracious cultural consumption

I am a threshold

A door frame that presents the

Pretty picture of me

For the rest of the world to see

Because I am a square that moves like a circle

But squares are not supposed to move like circles

They are sturdy and unmoving

There are 4 corners

And 4 sides

4 90 degree angles

Which is the exact circumference of a circle

We are never as we appear

Because we have so much potential symmetry

Performances

Upcoming Performances

EQUIS Festibal de Cine Feminista de Ecuador
Deconstructing Ourselves to Build Characters that Break Boundaries
(Writing Workshop on November 30th, 2019)

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