top of page

March 2nd

The Age of Vulva

is upon us

(not the car, you idiot,

the mons, the pubis,

Mound of Venus)

it is

at us

in our faces

for all to see

on every street

in all places

public private spaces

gagging for attention

there are no secrets

anymore

that shrink-wrapped vulva

ain’t hardcore

ain’t private parts

nor hidden

under skirt

or bustle

it is out and proud

and vulgar

and not just at the gym

skintight

flesh-toned leggings

are streetwear

du jour

no longer strictly boudoir

 

ignore the vulva

at your peril

stare at the vulva

double peril

it is demanding

your attention

hey you! looka me!

no, I haven’t left my pants at home!

titties? meh…

arse-cheeks? ditto

the map of Tassie’s

shrunk

to Hobart

with no old growth forest

to defend its honour

 

I’m still shocked

can’t block it and

can’t look away

when will come

the day

when men decide

to follow suit

forsake the trouser

flaunt the flute.



 

 

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Mr P

June 30 th     I ain’t no Samuel Pepys these daily peeps are not the stuff of history no London burning plague of rats regimes changing merely misery this and that disguised as art and dogged grim det

 
 
 
EOFY

June 27 th     EOFY sounds like… toffee but there’s nothing sweet about this time of year those numbers tell the tale and it’s a sorry one in cold hard naked facts and figures is shouting from the roo

 
 
 
Rat-a-tatt

June 25 th     old fool I am getting inked without a second thought of consequences that might flow that might be less than fun infection, say or sepsis worse nurse! what are these red spots dotting u

 
 
 

Comments


bottom of page