Yes, we found it!

J found the old pussy letters from years ago when we did the women’s courses. I was soooo happy when I opened up my email and saw that she emailed me 29 letters! And she had the original letters at her house, which I went to pick up a few days later when I went there for their community house party. When I opened the email, I scrolled through the letters, reading one after another. Each letter touched a deep part of me and it was so beautiful to see these women being so raw and vulnerable with their pussy.

I also read my old letter! It’s funny I read that letter and noticed that there’s a theme in my letter. 3 years ago I had wrote that I was scarred to surrender to her power, and now here I am still feeling that way! It was eye opening to notice that my fear still remained the same. I’m afraid to surrender to her because I don’t know what will happen to us. I feel her power and I know how good it feels, but I’m scarred.

When I got the folder of letter from J I touched the letters, running my hands through each one, but I didn’t want to read it then. I wanted to somehow wait until I was sitting comfortably at home with a cup of tea to one side, until I read them so that I could absorb it all at once. It was as though just skimming over them wouldn’t do it justice; as though it would somehow ruined the sacredness of these vulnerable letters.

In the next few days, I’m going to email and send these letters to the women they belong too, and ask for their permission to have their letter be a part of this project.

At the party, I met this guy who’s a friend of J’s. He’s a journalist. He asked me about what was inside the folder I was holding and I told him about the pussy letter and where they came from, and about my project- to create a website and book of letters from women to their pussy. A movement across the whole world where women reconnect with their pussy and build a relationship with her. Like the Vagina Monologues, which also inspired this project. And he told me he could see women reading these letters on stage. I didn’t think about that part, but hearing him say  it made it possible, and it expanded my dream. Women all over the world reading their love letters, loving their pussy and their body and their sex. This story isn’t about political justice, or women taking back their rights, or ending violence towards women. There are those who are leaders carrying those torches already. This story is about women loving their pussy, and building a relationship with her; listening to her, to what she has to say, to her desires, her shame, her hunger, her power. This is a story about women and their power.

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