Lets have a pussy riot, pussy! pussy! pussy! Lets reclaim our pussy’s power follow me! Squat like a frog with legs wide open and repeat after me, ‘our smells are gorgeous’! Our pussy’s are not supposed to smell like flowers or some cheap smelling fragrance gift basket that makes you smile-good. Truth is mine has never and will never smell like that! In fact more like yams, fuzzy with sprouts, sweat dripped, strong like an ox I carry my pussy on my back! Lets crouch in earnest for pussy’s that bleed every month. Heavy belly. Titties, a dangling, tender pouch of nerve’s. Tiny bowling balls stuck to the sides of neurotransmitters inside our skulls. Our bodies feel weak after long weeks and our moods stank and irritable and loose like bowels after red lentils. Clouds looming over sunshine. Face-frowned in a grumpy squeeze. Orange Moon Lined with Red River is near-is here. And on the topic this bloodied, trailing along the way, WHAT DO MEN EXPECT unfertilized, secreted ovum, filtered in darkness to smell LIKE? Frankly, SMELLS more like burned FISH FLESH with no air filter fresh. And menstruation has and agenda all its own, diarrhea, cramps, heavy soaking through every and anything-even on your best sheets or white pants. And men stop with your squeamish, dirty, slut shaming rhetoric when you see blood on the backs of our pants, on the sheets, on towels-get us new ones, or if in public whisper it politely in our ears letting us know-cause they say sharing is caring (we bleed-its natural). And women we MUST NEVER be ashamed of what internal anatomy IS happening from deep within our hips! Say NO to these systems, auctioning for ownership over our pussy’s, and say YES to remembering the harshness and shame attached to them. Forgive those memories. Nurture your pussy’s back to health. Feel her pulse beating strong. Be gentle with yourself. Place one finger inside, now remove outside, draw in close to your nose, sense, sniff, embrace, taste, tangy, sweet, own it-it is yours!

Lets riot in honor of all pussy’s; those assigned at birth, those unassigned, and those ambiguously assigned. And know this- we all possess the same power! And when he shouts obscenity’s like, ‘phuck yall pussys’, or ‘that teams a bunch of pussies’ to his phallic counter parts, remind him that the pussy’s he speaks so harshly against birthed his stank ass! Demand respect for your pussy’s! No matter if you wear tight skirts or no skirts at all, phuck lots of people or none at all, don’t be bullied- cause consent is sexy! Wine your pussy in some slow, sensual motion saying phuck misogyny, phuck patriarchy, phuck any systems of violence oppressing and perpetuating crimes against pussy’s! Far too long our titties, our orgasms, our lips, our smells, our fluids have been considered unworthy and profane-the very sight of our pussy’s made people sick. And starting this moment we change that! Let’s straddle thighs and bump into pussy madness! HOW HER PUSSY feels LIBERATES all THE feelings! Pussygasms evokes moans, twerks, screams, and grinds. Stand in pussyOvations from that which is ours. REDEFINE your PUSSY’S POWER however you want-do with your pussy whatever the phuck you want. Stacey Ann Chinn gave us a jump start she said, I’m a dyke that phucks men sometimes and yes-that’s the liberation of redefining I’m talking bout! He does not deem control over YOUR PUSSY’S VALUE OR STRENGTH, how yo pussy works, moves, or pleases. Your pussy’s value is on yo hands.

Sip libations from pussy fountains. Heal yo self. Feast on pussy cupcakes-eat all you want! Eat cake for dear old Brenda’s, underpaid and overworked at Amtrak who offends easily from the sight of ‘i love female orgasm buttons’, and when asked if asked, Brenda do you love your own orgasm, she confides in the saddest NO. In fact in over 50-years she can’t even recall being intimate with her own pussy. Never understood what an orgasm should feel like, look like, smell like, taste like. Her very own orgasm has been lying dormant for so long that she’s shamed herself and others for this, so long. Let’s riot for her and those alike! Lets lye in art and NEON paint all stretch marks, hills and valleys, black light those hips! Twerk all yo smells and muscle’s, fat back, and cellulite into thick musky air, rip tides-gorgeous-air. OPEN thighs in mirrors to EXAMINE. Behold whats both delicate and strong. Moist from her own finger tips-fists. Turned on by consent. We lye lined in birth blood positions in defense of those clitoris mutilated, lips duct taped, sexually violated, kidnapped, incest, date raped-molly’s slipped in drinks with no consent. Remember that these violent acts are meant to break us, so no this is no peaceful protests. Your dick will be compromised without our consent. And no we will not part for you on the pavement. We have been moved, mistreated, misguided too long-you can move for us! Shutter at our wholeness. Let misogyny wilt away at our very nakedness, vulnerable pussy’s in all conditions from birth to arousal-menstruation to pungent smells after a long day of working single. We are strong, bold, love-spirits, mothers, daughters, sisters, partners, survivors, magicians, victims, sex workers, liberated pussy layers, thick, small, deep, drooped, asymmetrical, mangled, torn, wide, open, spread, closed, tight, hairy, bald, pierced, courageous, damn good. Our pussy’s are feminine on purpose. Our bodies -hair-limbs and breath on purpose. Our pussy’s are real in all its reproductive glory on purpose. Say it loud my pussy is proud! And check any and everyone who opposes yo pussy.

Pussy Cupcakes

Friend,

You shamed me and there is no honor in that. I know my response is late. I don’t regret waiting. I was shocked then sad at your request to have me wait in a hotel room until you were ready for me, as if I wasn’t human, as if I was some disposable blow up doll. I will leave you with this: you as a young, gifted and black emerging socialite, artist, political presence I urge you to always honor black women. There will be stranger circumstances than you and I happening upon each other. Karma is real. Don’t hurt them or lie to them. Be honest with them, it’s respectable and dignified-even when your intentions are ill, tell them. No black woman can ever blame you for choosing to respect them by being honest. It’s what I call breaking the heart beautifully if that makes since. In solidarity if we ever cross paths again.

Bless,

Gracie