In Spirit of VDay: My Short Shorts

"My Short Shorts"
(A piece I wrote in 2010 - rather than scold our daughters on what (not) to wear, teach our sons not to rape)

My short shorts need no validation
That they are hot,
Happenin’,
And here to stay.

My short shorts do not beg for it:
They’re not asking you to take me to your place
Nor hinting for you to follow me to mine.

My short shorts pity your ignorance,
Thinking you can assume
My vulnerability
Malleability
Accessibility—
Fool, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.

My short shorts are a stand:
A stand for independence,
Defiance,
Self-assurance,
Woman.

My short shorts affirm my self-love:
Legs tingling. Hot sun.
Thighs caressing.
Kissing breeze
Flowing up two streams
Meeting inside
All they way inside
My “cunt-try”.

My short shorts don’t owe you a thing:
They didn’t ask for comments
They don’t want your attention,
So STOP—
Stop grabbing with hands
Stop undressing with eyes
Stop encroaching with words,
It’s not “harmless”—it’s harassment.

My short shorts do not excuse you;
My bare legs do not entitle you,
What I do or do not cover needs no validation from you and —
Neither. Do. I.

(Caveat: For those offended by the use of the word "cunt", please understand that the community with which I first shard this piece worked hard to reclaim the word. We did not agree that the penultimate insult for a woman should refer to the vagina, which for us was a symbol of utmost resilience and courage. Let us remember that it is not a word itself that is destructive but the way it is employed to dismiss or shame or silence. Within our group, it was used as a term of endearment.)

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