My Womanifesto:
My cunt-defined public declaration
of my intentions, motives, and views
Diana Kardia
11/11/02
My cunt-defined public declaration
of my intentions, motives, and views
Diana Kardia
11/11/02
It is a woman’s place to speak her truth
always
no matter what that truth has to say
no matter who likes it or not
no matter what danger it evokes, what pleasure it calls forth.
A woman is fully herself and needs nothing more
except a complete and total engagement with all of life,
an intimate and expressive dance of interdependence
that brings forth her beauty and teaches love.
There are voids within us that hold the pain of the universe and into which we fall again and again losing ourselves sacrificing ourselves wasting our lives. We carry this pain through our cunts, vaginas, wombs and all the invasions ever known all the evil ever inflicted against the children all the loss of beauty ever perpetrated. Just because we can carry this pain does not mean it can claim us. This is a void we must never lose ourselves in again.
When I was young, I knew how to love myself.
Now that I am older, I must remember again.
There is brilliant white light in the beauty that can be found in the giveaway, marriage, and merging of the masculine and feminine. Woman and man. It’s possible. We can never forget that it’s possible. We cannot build our new world on the rage of the old. Rage must marry hope or it will never be honored. There is so much that has to change and we must set our sights clearly on what we are changing into.
I will make a mistake.
And another one after that.
And another and another and another.
There is nothing safe or secure about knowing me,
about my commitment to the light,
about who I will turn out to be,
about what life will be like if you travel by my side.
I may not make it.
Do not pin your hope on me: do your own damn work.
The dangers are so simple
so innocuous seeming
so ever present in every moment
so threatening in their pervasive and insistent reach.
It is so tempting to get complacent,
to override the pain and call it oversensitivity.
To convince ourselves to just focus on the big stuff,
the issues out there,
what other people need to do.
This is a deadly choice.
Call out the danger at every turn or it will win.
There is nothing so hilarious as the human condition
in all its folly
in all its glory.
A woman belongs in puppy piles,
telling late night secrets,
brushing hair,
whispering questions,
teasing herself into wakefulness,
so engulfed in each sensuous moment of touch that she can do nothing but laugh.
Every day counts.
Every single god damn fucking day.
It’s just not worth giving up a single one of them.
Every
day
counts.
Touch yourself every day.
Love yourself every day.
Speak your truth every day.
Hold yourself every day.
No day will be the same.
Show up to yourself anyway.
Nothing can be held onto.
Show up to yourself anyway.
No day will be perfect like those voices in your head say it should be. Be
alive anyway. Time does not exist-only the moment. Make this moment count.
Every day. Every day. Each and every single day.
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