Panty Party
I have been blessed with some really wicked girlfriends in my life. I have a few women spread around the world that I would crawl over mountains to have one night of giggling with. Never in my life, though, have a been surrounded by so many, thouroughly solid bitches. I have my 3 Ls; they are my family, my grounding, my sanity and my laughter. These are the ladies that I want to sit on porch with at ninety and laugh and complain about the ways of kids these days. But it doesnt stop at these 3. This city is filled with, a few nut jobs, but a disproportionate number of really cool, solid women. They are all ages, from all walks of life, from all over the globe. We have all come from different times and places. We have vastly different stories, with a chapter that overlaps in the paticular place and time. I have traveled with, laughed with, cried with, and seen things that no one would believe with these ladies.
Last weekend 20 something of my nearest and dearest went to some friends' in the mountains for a slumber party of epic proportions. We laughed, we ate, we danced, we drank, we took pictures of our breasts. Woman in their 20s to women in their 40s, women from every hemisphere, met together to just be together. I think my girl put it best
To know that out there women will continue to take my breath away, with their humour, their wisdom, their ability to find a space to dance in. To know that out there women will continue to seek, to look for the answers both within themselves, and through other's stories too, to step outside the boundaries of what they've been taught, and really reach for something they know as the truth. To know that the girls at high school weren't as bad as all that, and that women are not something I ever intend to be scared of again. To know that when my spirit raises her neck and howls at the fat bloated fullness of the moon that elsewhere somewhere there might be a group of mad bitches also shaking their asses, or licking their wounds. To know that when I'm old, and maybe alone, buttering my toast with a shaky knife that won't hold still, frustrated maybe a little at this wrinkled cave that grew around me so fast, that I can lean into the counter for a second and close my eyes, flit backwards to the former shadow of a girl called me, and a girl called you. A group of us laughing together at the ridiculous splendor of really making it possible to live as colorfully as we possibly could. Even in a city which tried it's best to bind us in grey, we still sparkled like fireflies, we still left our marks on the limitless sky.
I want to take this opportunity to say "Thank you, ladies!!! " These past couple years have been an experience that I could never have dreamed this life. So to you bitches that have shared it with me; Some of you, I have never met, some, I have not seen in years, some, I may never see again, You have marked my life. I needed you more than I knew!
Last weekend 20 something of my nearest and dearest went to some friends' in the mountains for a slumber party of epic proportions. We laughed, we ate, we danced, we drank, we took pictures of our breasts. Woman in their 20s to women in their 40s, women from every hemisphere, met together to just be together. I think my girl put it best
To know that out there women will continue to take my breath away, with their humour, their wisdom, their ability to find a space to dance in. To know that out there women will continue to seek, to look for the answers both within themselves, and through other's stories too, to step outside the boundaries of what they've been taught, and really reach for something they know as the truth. To know that the girls at high school weren't as bad as all that, and that women are not something I ever intend to be scared of again. To know that when my spirit raises her neck and howls at the fat bloated fullness of the moon that elsewhere somewhere there might be a group of mad bitches also shaking their asses, or licking their wounds. To know that when I'm old, and maybe alone, buttering my toast with a shaky knife that won't hold still, frustrated maybe a little at this wrinkled cave that grew around me so fast, that I can lean into the counter for a second and close my eyes, flit backwards to the former shadow of a girl called me, and a girl called you. A group of us laughing together at the ridiculous splendor of really making it possible to live as colorfully as we possibly could. Even in a city which tried it's best to bind us in grey, we still sparkled like fireflies, we still left our marks on the limitless sky.
I want to take this opportunity to say "Thank you, ladies!!! " These past couple years have been an experience that I could never have dreamed this life. So to you bitches that have shared it with me; Some of you, I have never met, some, I have not seen in years, some, I may never see again, You have marked my life. I needed you more than I knew!
posted by Ang @ 4:52 p.m.
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