The past two evenings, I’ve had a table covered with deep purple velour which displayed all of my labia sculptures (at least the ones I’m willing to part with) at the Portland State University performances of the “Vagina Monologues.”  I’d seen this play once about six years ago, and got to see it these nights.  I’d forgotten the political impact it makes, as well as the personal.  They warn at the beginning that you might get triggered and I did the first night.  I plan to write about that later.  Did you know that over 200,000 women are raped in the U.S. every year?  That’s most definitely a “war of the sexes” — a very real war of its own kind.  And young women think we don’t need feminism any more?  I sold six sculptures, and received oodles and oodles of positive feedback.  This is the perfect setting for sharing my works, which are sacred and affirming.   I will be selling at the Portland Community College performance of the same play this afternoon.  If you have yet to see it, be sure to next February.

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