i moaned on stage. legs shaking…smirk spreading across my face.

in private maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal. alone, behind closed doors. even among old friends. but my audience was speckled with new friends and professors.

today was my debut in the vagina monologues.

it went well. the crowd wasn’t as large as we would have liked. but they were kind and effusive. and even though my legs just finished shaking and my breathing has finally returned to normal…it went well and i’m excited about tomorrow’s show.

as big as my mouth is – as much as i talk – performances have always thrown me. they aren’t like the talks i’ve done for work or my scholarship, somehow it is different. i find myself obsessing about the crowd, wondering if what i give is what they want – what they expected.

all said and done…the cast is an amazing group of women. we’ve grown into friends. we offer support – tmi (too much information) – hugs…hugs…hugs…i forget how i miss those. the common everyday reassurance that we inhabit the same space and that space can be and is pleasant. these are my fellow vagina warriors, on stage supporting each other. and i am proud to be a part of it.

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1 Comment on vaginas on stage

  1. [deleted] says:

    hey do you and you will be fine. It is when we are ourselves (not worried about what our audience is thinking) that people enjoy us the most.

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