The Gaping Venus?
January 19, 2007 12 Comments
A friend mailed me yesterday, with a story about her children. She had been reading a book called “How I Began” to her son at bedtime. He had obviously taken it to heart, and in the car in the morning, was telling his sister all about it.
Yes, Sister. You have got a Venus.
After I had stopped laughing at the cuteness of youth, I began to think.
Maybe we should start a movement. Venus is a powerful word. Venus was the Goddess of Love – what better name for my intimate body parts? Way, way better than the official name, which is taken from the Latin for Sheath.* I would rather have my intimate body parts named after the Goddess of Love than after something used to cover a sword.
Give me a name that empowers me! Give me a name that makes me proud to have a vagina, to be female, to be a woman, goddammit!
Due to the extremely stormy weather, last night was spent at home, even though it was Thursday Girls Night, so BF came up for a drink. I was expounding my theory to her, wandering via how there is no female equivalent to phallic and why do men think the erect penis is such a wonderful thing anyway…
I had forgotten Youngest was in the kitchen, making toast.
“God”, he said. “Gonna make sure I keep all my girlfriends away from you. Don’t want no empowered girlfriends. No way!”
Mmmmm. Needs a good talking to, that boy.