Since I was a child, speaking out and voicing my opinions has been a struggle. I have extreme stage fright, and I could last a day or days without uttering a word. Maybe, that’s why I thrive in a job that allows me to write, because in there I find a voice I am comfortable of sharing. I love silence, and reading a book or sleeping. Most days, I am in my cave, I hide in my protective shell. While I dream of getting out, exploring the world, I am also afraid of exposing myself to uncertainties. That is why I have great respect for the adventurer — not the adventurer who goes out of town on weekends, but the adventurer who place her/himself in an unfamiliar territory, a land full of strangers, and enjoy his/her stay.
That’s why, one Friday night, I went to a Vagina Monologues show at the La Belle Aurore bookshop in Junquera Street (the venue was fitting, I must say, for Junquera Street is popular place for many violated vaginas). I read the book when I was in highschool (or college), and I found it weird, probably because there were many things I didn’t know when I was 16 and many things I have learned at 28. I know in the show I would find women who would share my voice with me, and, even better, they would make sure my voice would be heard.
There are a lot of criticisms against the Vagina Monologues and I won’t argue with those. To each his/her own, okay. There are many portions of the play that I do not like and do not support, but there are also portions of the play that broke my heart, especially the monologue on “The Vagina is my Village” depicting Bosnian women and their war. There were also portions of the play that made me laugh and made me thankful I am a woman. Each woman has a vagina story to tell. I have my own vagina story. Kris Aquino has her own vagina story to tell. Unfortunately, not all women can speak about their vagina stories, and that is part of the continuing struggle of women liberation, against women oppression.
Now, I’m going to oppress you with outfit photos. 😛