Okay, I'm going to do a sentimental one and an…intense, witty one.
“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” – C.S. Lewis
Due to my irregular need and fascination to find Narnia and enter it, I have a certain fondness for C.S. Lewis. I'm not in love with him, like I'm in love with Salinger, or want to have an intense affair with him like I do Mark Twain, but I'm fond of him. I would flirt with him on the sidewalk if he happened to step near me with his top hat and cane. He was also a severely religious man, if you didn't know and wrote many, many, many books on his beliefs and the beliefs of the Christian Church. I'm not sure what book this comes out of, but I also have this weird, intense, belief in miracles. I'm the girl who REALLY wants to believe in stigmata and statues crying, and angels coming down and speaking to people. I even believe in bad omens, kissing the roof under a yellow light and the clock on 11:11 for wishes. I guess you could say I'm superstitious. But, if you can't believe in miracles, or the imaginary, what fun is the world anyway? So, to end this little rant, I believe in miracles. And I believe sometimes they're there and we don't see them, or…we don't want to see them because we fear them, or we don't want what they're saying to be true, or we have our own ideas for ourselves that the miracles would completely change. (I'm totally tangenting today…bare with me). So, I think this quote by C.S. Lewis, plays with the fancies inside my little girl heart. The idea that there's so much good, and wonderfulness in the world (and so many miracles). I also like the idea that miracles are compounded little markings that point to the giant painting of love, peace and goodness that is the biggest framed picture of all.
"I disagree with the use of the word ‘pussy’ to describe a weak person because the vagina is the tougher of the two genitals. Think about it. It can pass something fifty times its size through it. You can pound on it for hours and it goes, ‘more! more!’ It bleeds every month and it won’t die! It’s like the predator! Meanwhile my penis… if it gets cold or there’s a fight, he’s like, ‘i’m outta here!’ What I’m trying to say is… my dick is a pussy.
I'm a crazy believer in the equality of men and woman and that we both have wonderful things to offer that are very much the same thing, our physical bodies have just evolved differently. And so, I'm very much proud of my Lady VaGaGa and what it means about me as a woman, and what it means for women all around the world.
I mean, there are tribes in Africa where women's pleasure part of the vagina are removed, and women just suffer through the pain and move on, knowing that that's tradition and that's what they need to do in order to survive in the place that they live.
Then there's the whole, we make babies thing, which..I haven't done yet, but I'm sure is like having a mac-truck escape from your body.
What I'm saying, in essence is, women are strong creatures. And we're valuable. And so are our vagina's. And both us and our parts, deserve all the respect in the world.