Have you ever struggled to find the perfect moment to scratch your vagina when it becomes painfully, distractingly, and suddenly itchy in public? That essential moment in which passersby won’t notice you violently digging between your legs because scratching a vaginal itch requires commitment, and often a prolonged rub, and unlike the quintessential male cock shift, constitutes inappropriate and scandalous public behaviour. For every time I see a man, sitting spread legged across a subway car (obviously taking up two full seats because, Man!), readjusting his junk with reckless abandon, not caring who is watching, I wish society would welcome me to comfort my own labia as shamelessly and openly as said male. But alas! The world just isn’t ready for wanton vag scratching.
I’m not really sure the world is entirely ready for vaginas at large in a more general context either, which is strange, considering that not only were vaginas prolific since the dawn of time, time as we know it wouldn’t have dawned without them. So I decided to write a few essays about the vagina–about how confusing it is to have one, how painful, and how very inspiring. Because as much as the world doesn’t really have a clue what to do with vaginas, sometimes it seems like the women that own them seem even more oblivious to, and even undeserving of, the awesome power nestled between their thighs.Through struggles with sexuality from pre-pubescence to early womanhood, Pink Bits is an homage to the vagina, and, in part, a hopeful nudge to women everywhere to find a way to fall in love with the life-begetting pink bits that are at times the source of our greatest insecurity, but that really, are our greatest triumph.
You can buy Pink Bits now, and I really hope, whether female or male or in between, young or old, Republican or not, you will. The stories I’ve shared are my own, but they’re really all of ours; stories about our first period, losing our virginity, seeking affirmation through sexual attention, dealing with HPV and finally coming to accept that vagina and woman are inextricably linked, but that the definition of both is broader and more complex than the other. I wrote Pink Bits so we can all feel less alone, and more than anything, so that we can learn to laugh about the absurdity of life as we come closer to loving femininity for all its perfectly flawed facets, and ultimately throw our arms around each other–but more importantly, ourselves–and start taking better care of our bodies and the perceptions we have about them.
Watch Kat read an excerpt, “How To Have Sex In A Hostel,” from Pink Bits: