Girl Child. Naked she comes. Not knowing the power she carries between her baby fat thighs will be the source of so much pleasure, pain…confusion.
The Notorious VAGINA.
It was the summer of 85. My brother and I had happily been Greyhound-ed to Detroit from The Chi to spend the entire summer with my grandmother. “The Fat Boys are Back” had just dropped. Custom belt buckles with fly nicknames were all the rage and I was just starting to “like” boys…slightly older ones who ran my granny’s street with sweaty bare chests, almost clean jeans and cuss words on their full lips.
With the day’s dirt scalded off in a mandatory hot bath, I laid in my granny’s always crisp clean bed chatting and giggling with her ….like girlfriends. Our routine. During one of these gab fests, the topic of boys and men came up. “This…(pointing to The Notorious V-A-G)…when you give a man this? You’ve given him ALL YOU’VE GOT.” Then the phone rang and she was off cackling with her caller, while I laid there trying to understand how “down there” could hold ALL I’VE GOT.
While sex wasn’t a hot topic at home, when my mother took us to a new church the rep of The Notorious V-A-G was even more solidified. Adultery. Fornication. Youthful Lust. All topics taught on in our youth church for sure. No sex before marriage. Clean it. Protect it. Otherwise, don’t even THINK about The Notorious so you won’t be tempted to “do it”…this was mai interpretation of the message. My highly imaginative, passionate, inquisitive, independent yet obedient Girl Child set off on the journey to meet this standard…but I had questions….and curiosity.
The vagina is one of the most adored yet vilified entities in the world. Entity. Ha! It’s like a standalone brand to be marketed…an object. A thing. Why? It’s misunderstood. Misused. Abused. Glorified. And yes, even FEARED…all oftentimes by those of us who possess it.
The Girl Child had turned Girl Teen…the 14 year old virgin…and I was determined to SEE what all the fuss was about. Mirror in hand and privacy secured, I lifted a baby fat-less thigh and finally looked at my vagina for the first time. I had touched and cleaned and, subconsciously, feared its power to derail my life for years. I had taken in all the mindsets and attitudes and labels that the world had bombarded me with my entire life. But when I looked in that mirror, all I saw was….ME.
mai lesson – Do not be afraid of yourself. You possess but cannot be possessed by if you know who has The Power. Selah.
That was a good piece. But I was a little uncomfortable reading it. I think because you are my daughter. But I think I get your point which I believe that sex and its main organs are given almost idol status and many of us including myself are, have, or will be guilty of idolatry!
Yes! lol
Thank you for reading Daddy…even through the discomfort!
YAAAASSS! loved this sis!
Thank you LS! Really appreciate you checking it out.
love it
Thank you Brandi!
This was a very good and unique piece. I have been pondering the power a woman possesses between her thighs lately. We really don’t give ourselves enough credit. Men love and are proud of theirs, while women are taught to fear it and that’s its bad. This is a much needed conversation to be had. Thank you for writing about it.
My pleasure. Thank you for connecting, reading and sharing your thoughts!