Shout About Anatomy

Last year, for the first time in my life, I saw a production of Eve Ensler’s “Vagina Monologues.”

I don’t know that I’ve ever felt more uncomfortable in my life. I was standing at the side of the crowded Cabaret, next to an old guy friend, watching my female classmates moan and yell “VAGINA!” onstage. They were great, but at the time I thought it was a little too much. Especially one skit, which attempted to reclaim a certain “C” word.

Flash forward a year, and I’m a completely different person. Why should I be so afraid of sexuality? Why was I fidgety and uncomfortable.

The obvious rule of thumb here is if you can’t beat ‘em, yell vagina right along with them.

And so, despite lack of any theater experience, I found myself sitting in the music department’s hallway, reading over a monologue called “Vagina Workshop” and preparing for my first ever audition.

Photo by Chelsea Murray

Chelsea and Kelly came to audition, too!

I went in, read the monologue, and felt great about it. The directors asked me to read something additional — a monologue I remembered well from my initial viewing of the show. Here’s a hint: It brings back that “C” word.

I let loose. I yelled the word. Really loud. It felt good. Really good.

And now, I’ll be performing that very monologue on March 25th and 26th.

So now that I can cross that item off the bucket list, I feel really empowered. Yet, I also feel intimidated as I add another item: Get an audience to believe in the word CUNT.

I think I can do it.