VI

March 11, 2026.

There is something so soft, so sensual about discarded cloth and the play of water. Perhaps it is the shifting curves within its supple texture or perhaps it is more the process of of the repetitive motion of fingers weaving old cloth upon the surface of our bodies. Regardless, there is an abiding joy in this  blessed touch; 

I was raised in a home that did not acknowledge the existence of sex or the vagina. The body was a source of shame, to be concealed and contained as a dirty secret. Breaking free from these constraints and learning to embrace my body, my vagina, the act of sex is a struggle to this day. I choose to wield my own body not for the sake of display, but in an effort to reintegrate the female form as a source of strength, rather than objectivity or shame. There is also an intimacy within my performance that I simply cannot achieve with anyone else, as I cannot know what it is to live and breathe within their skin.  

Jennifer Peters

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