Ugh. “Written” never looks right to me. It’s one of those words that, the more you look at it, it just looks wrong. Written. written. The more you look at it, the more you’re sure that you spelled it wrong, or it’s not even a word at all.
Kinda like Vagina. Vagina. Vagina, vagina, vagina.
Last night, our production of the Vagina Monologues freaking brought down the house. We sold out La Pena. This was the night that I wasn’t even sure anyone was coming too – all my friends are coming to the Sunday show, and ticket sales for this one were outside of our hands. Sold out. Even standing room. 149 people.
I feel so blessed to be a part of this group. I came down with strep the first night of rehearsals, so I had to back off from performing, but I’ve been hanging around, dabbling in publicity, taking pics and jumping in on the group piece. And it’s been amazing.
The producer, Jamie Sharp, pulled women together from every nook of her incredibly varied life. There’s women from her belly-dancing troupe, sea kayakers from ETC, neighbors, old school friends, parents… It’s awesome. Truly awesome. And what I imagine the Vagina Monologues should always feel like.
So y’all have one more chance. Come to the 416 Warehouse on Sunday and see this amazing performance. It’s a benefit, too! You’ll be supporting vday.org and providing a scholarship for one underprivileged East Bay girl to attend ETC’s intense 21-day Youth LEAD Young Women’s Course this summer.
It’ll be a fabulous party!
America, The Strange 
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