We made it into 2017. I know it sounds lame but I've actually made my New Year's resolutions. In 2017 I need to be more honest in this blog and to try I need to write more. I feel that problem with my writing is that I feel the need to sugar coat things and make them funny. But not everything can be sugar coated and not everything can be funny, some things just are. My fear is that I will come across as the pantload friend. You know, the one who shows up at your house, complains about their life and then you both stare at your phones for 45 minutes until they finally decide to leave. I don't want to be The Perennial Pantload.
When I think of my sensitive, vulnerable side I get defensive and immediately deem that "my pussy side." I try to hide that as much as I can because I have this genuine fear of showing any weakness. I guess we've all been conditioned to hide our "pussy," in some way. I know that this often makes me come off as the ice queen, devoid of any emotion. But I guarantee you, my pussy is real and I do have feelings.
For 2017 I need to tear down these walls. I need "tear down that bitch of a bearing wall and put a window where one ought to be." I need a window into my soul. A window into my pussy. I need a real outlet for myself to speak of the unspeakable. To finally come out with the truth, even if it requires my "pussy" to be showing. Last year I wanted to "wemble less and heckle more." But this year is the year of the pussy. 2017 let your pussy show!
So from now on I will try to show my pussy without shame. I will help to shed light on all of the big old uglies in the world. I will no longer keep silent, I will be resilient and try to speak for all pussies that have yet to find their voice. Because "hath not a pussy hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer? If you prick us do we not bleed?"