100/365 : speak, vagina

if you look at the anatomy of the throat

there's a striking resemblance to the anatomy of the vagina.

this means two things in 

my Revolution of Sex book:

1. blow jobs. totally rational!

2. vaginas. meant to be given a voice.

i'm gonna focus on #2 because #1 

gets plenty of air time.

(still lovin' on the blow jobs though, fellas)

here we go
ladies:

your voice is the advocate

your vagina has been seeking.

speak, vagina.

speak your experience.

when you speak the moves 

that move you closer to pleasure

a song moves through your body like a 

safety lullaby
like a national anthem that you're actually proud to sing
for a nation that you actually believe in:
the love protected borders of
your very own muscle and skin

and when you feel safe
to sing
from the great plains of your vagina

the creative force of your sage wild womanness

will be so potent

you could make it rain
on a hot summer day
in south dakota

and rain, it will, sister.

rain it will.

in whirling winces that turn into hold on, slow down, that hurts. wait. 

this is good rain.

in kisses that moan i love your fat dick pushing up against my cervix.

this is good rain.

in rhythmic pattering yes yes yes yes yes.

this is good rain.

in compass focused sweet instructions, smaller circles, gentle gentle, over a bit, oooooh right there.

this is good rain.

in eyebrows raised, mischief games, bite my toes, slap my ass, baby!

this is good rain.

in honest fatigue or genuine, i'd rather just read.

this is good rain. 

you see when your throat and vagina work together

you will release the deepest kind of pleasure:

resonance in every color
none better than another
each their own simple truth
raging storms with nothing to do
but fall
drench the land of your body
with the salve of your honesty
and then wash away quietly
until the next storm
the next song
the next yes, 
the next no, 
the next i know what i want and i will speak it, claim it, savor it
even if it is not what you want
even if it is not what i think you want
even if it is not what i think you want me to want

i will spit the sock out of the back of mouth
i will not choke now
on doubting my pain or worse, my pleasure
i will have agency
and i will speak until every part of me
feels safe enough
to be wild enough
to be raw enough
to be emotional enough
to be honest enough
to be playful enough
to be curious enough
to be innocent enough
to be loud enough
to be deserving enough
to orgasm