On Friday I recieved an email that said Free Tickets! Anything with the word FREE spikes my interest so I opened it and read the first four lines. Free tickets for Friday, Sat, or Sunday performances of the "Vaginal Monologues". E-mail Loren for details. I love the theater, love FREE, and it was all about Vaginas, what could be better? I had no idea what to expect, but figured it had to be something like the musical medopause I had seen a few years earlier and laughed my butt off at. I quickly shot off an email to Loren reporting YES I want free tickets to Sunday's performance. Later I get an email back. Great! Man the Vera House booth, make a speach about Vera House at the end and the ticket (not tickets) is yours, be there at 6pm. WHAT???? Should have known there was a catch. So as usual I worked myself into a tizzy. I even tried to get a friend to go insisting I would pay the $10- admission price. I was NOT prepared to do a speach about Vera House...what would I say. Friend couldn't attend, but now I am committed. 5:30 comes around and I am out the door, prepared for the unknown. I SUCK at ambiguity. I really didn't know what to expect and I worked myself into a bigger tizzy as I drove. (Definately something I've got to work on). I get there, and find quick security in a face I recall from the worksite, let my presence be known as I scooch into the Vera House booth seat and ensure right away that I am not the person for the speach "job". Told by, (Lauren) that she isn't staying, PANIC sets in. Breathe Breathe!!! So I sit, not one person visited the booth, and I was feeling more and more uncomfortable as the minutes before the performance started. I really do not do well when I dont know whats happening, and I so would have felt better if I had a friend with me. I started kicking myself for not asking more friends to attend. I even thought gee my mom would have loved this...I should have called her. Bummer (the only person on the planet who doesnt have a cell phone). The show starts..Thank God! I finally begin to settle down and actually enjoy the show.
I LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED IT!!!!!!! By intermission I was no longer kicking myself for not inviting more friends for my own sorry uncomfortable ass, but because the message was so meaningful. The whole play was about women telling their short stories about knowing themselves, knowing their sexual awareness, enpowering themselves both in the bedroom, and within their lives. It wasn't really about vagina's but about being a woman. Some of the stories made me laugh, some I identified with, some told about abuse, sexual curiosity, being gay and transgender, one told about being raped, and one in perticular made me laugh so hard I cried. The actress; around my teen aged daughters age had at least a 10 minute speal on sexual moans. She did an amazing job, and it tickled me to pieces. The final act was in combination with the one million RISING campagine. Startling and sad statistics were shared to remind us of the continued abuse to so many women. I so enjoyed the performance, I totally forgot that I might be presenting a speach at the end. Grateful that one of the performers, Jen works for Vera House and she told the speach. Don't I feel stupid. After the show was over and I was emotionally spent from my own doing and the performance itself. I did a little silent aucton bidding, took a gander at the vagina cupcakes, packed up the Vera House booth, and headed home feeling a little bit wiser, a bit more aware, and a tiny bit more confortable in my own vagina.
The vagina cupcakes!