Portishead and Woman

She thinks. She says. - Portishead and Woman

[Ray][chell]

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[Mar. 19th, 2001|09:55 pm]

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Portishead drifts in and out of my ears. I'm mellow, taking in the lucious ambience. I feel like absorbing a past moment. It takes reaching into the crevices of my knowledge, to a time when I explored myself, my womaness.

I appreciate the power of words. There are words and phrases, stories and lessons that will stay engraved in my memory for years to come. Thoughtful perspectives. Painful interpretations. To absorb the power and beauty of being a woman is what I've challenged myself to do. Issues emerged which plagued my identity. I penetrated behind the cultural forces that influenced my relationships with others. I mused. I carved. I surfaced.

Witty and poignant, The Vagina Monologues soak in a fresh flavor of the woman's anatomy. "Vagina interviews" were conducted with

the old,
the young,
the married,
the single,
the lesbian,
the whole woman.

Allow me to share a most intriguing excerpt.

"What does a vagina smell like?"

Earth. Wet garbage. God. Water. A brand-new morning. Depth. Sweet ginger. Sweat. Depends. Musk. Me. No smell, so I've been told. Pineapple. Chalice essence. Paloma Picasso. Earthy meat and musk. Cinnamon and cloves. Roses. Spicy musky jasmine forest, deep, deep forest. Damp moss. Yummy candy. The South Pacific. Somewhere between fish and lilacs. Peaches. The woods. Ripe fruit. Strawberry-kiwi tea. Fish. Heaven. Vinegar and water. Light, sweet liquor. Cheese. Ocean. Sexy. A sponge. The beginning.

It's truly beautiful.

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