i am woman hear me roar!

i'm not a feminist, nor am i a womanist (sada)....
i hate putting myself in a box... i hate any sort of label...(though when i was a student i LOVED being identified as a film student)... however... there is one label i love.. and accept...
i am a woman. i love being a chick (you're one of those, don't call me a chick, chicks..eh?)
i went to see the vagina monologues (i go every year... i usually go to the mac productions)
sometimes when i think of a bunch of chicks getting together and "protesting" or just rallying for stuff.. i wonder... nevermind what.. but i do... and i dunno.. the monologues... seeing so many beautiful women talk, and seeing how they're heard and received, and how articulate they are, and how funny they are, and how they hurt.. and how we all share the same experience... i know how mushy and cheesy this sounds.. but man... i love being a chick...
i love that we're known as the beautiful sex.. and i love that we take hours getting ready... b/c man.. we're worth it! (giggle), i love that we have limitless options with EVERYTHING... i love that we can do everything... and that society expects us to... and we deliver everytime! and we deliver and pass with flying colours! i mean... don't get me wrong... i'm not a girly girl... AT ALL... i'm ready in 15 mins (and that includes managing my fabulous locks)... and i don't wear make up... or jewerly, and i only wear black... (cords, T, coat, colourful docs) i don't own a purse... i have my backpack... anyways... the point is... i dunno what it is... to be honest.. just random ramblings fueled by pussy talk...
anyways.. i'm sleep deprived.. so i'm not in total control of what i'm saying... but i think the basic sentiment is right...
girls rule!
random quotes: ...some moon to go with your sun. a bit of the poet to balance the worrior.
if evil means to be self-motivated, to be the centre of one's own universe, to live on one's own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil. because we dare to look through our own eyes rather than mouth cliches lent us from the so-called fathers. to dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. this is man kind's destiny, the engine that fuels us as a race. three cheers for eve.