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I shared a poem - or I wouldn’t really call it a poem. Some notes I wrote while I was putting together the first digital wall. 

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As I initially included a video of me naked, taking out the menstrual cup just before my shower, I felt like I had to justify myself.

To have to justify: I just ate durian, I’m full, I’m bloated. 

To have to justify: I sugared my pussy last week 

To have to justify because it’s never enough.

    

I just recalled, this work, the way I have structured this sharing is in relation to what I have experienced at another sharing about a work.               

That the performance is about the conversations that happen after people encounter the work.                

 

I sugar my pussy but it’s not enough. 

Because it’s not hairless all the time

I sugar my pussy and it’ not enough

Because my pussy is darker (than the skin on the other parts of my body)

I heard this in a podcast, someone said their pussy looks like beef patties

I sugar my pussy but that’s not enough

Because I am aware of the movement to free body hair

To sugar my pussy feels like it’s a sign of me not being free

 

I like to play with the blood

I have a lot fun

With the positions

I laugh with myself 

about what awkward positions I’m in

I see in YouTube tutorials, people just say to sit down, do a half-squat or put your leg up on the toilet bowl. But I put my leg all the way up on the wall. 

So I laugh with myself

             I once asked my friend as we bought a mini menstrual cup together. 

             I telegram-ed her, “Do you have problems reaching up for the cup!”

             No replies

No one else in my immediate circle uses a cup. I thought I had found someone to laugh with.