The Table
There’s a sensitivity that I carry for women.
I am a woman and my vagina poses plenty of stresses for me every day. It quite literally is the source of (coughs) my greatest pleasures and equally, my greatest anxieties.
August begins and woman mode for me is set on 110%. I’m walking into the office, chanting Worldwide woman by Beyonce, extra cocky when people ask me how I am. My response “I’m a woman. Are you kidding me, I’m resourceful thanks and you?”
The cockiness of this month for me comes from the knowing that all things femme – ALL things femme – are so sexy and important and beautiful and needed. And in the spirit of that knowing, I geared up...
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