Naturally. Period.
So I've been M.I.A for a while. Welp, I'm back and as and-then-some as ever. In my time off, I participated in The Vagina Monologues. That's right. Raw. Hardcore. Feminism on a stick. I can't really tell you why I got involved. In reality, I'm a bit of a male-chauvinist. I can't stand to be around women. All of those stereotypes: true. The bitching. The moaning. The primping. The low self-worth. The jealousy. The manipulating. The conniving. The smells. The colours. All of it: true. I guess it's a bit off that my best friend is a bit of a Feminist Catalyst herself... but if truth be told, she's got to be the most manly womyn I know. I think that's why I get along...and let myself participate in the neo-feminist-movement. But all that aside: The Vagina Monologues. I was in it. That's right. IN in. I got to talk about vagina's; my vagina. SEX! And the correlation of vagina's and medical instruments infront of a crowd. A crowd including...