Cunt Basket

by Kristin Thompson

Mixed Media $NFS

My piece represents the female gender. It expresses how I feel inside when someone of the male gender looks or comments to me regarding how I dress or dance or act; like it is all for them, for their pleasure. Society tells women this should make us feel; sexy, wanted, loved; but to me it makes me disgusted, it pisses me off, and it automatically downgrades me to less than human status…an object. So, I am turned into something that can be picked up, carried around (a basket), and the most sacred part of my body, that which makes me woman (my cunt) is inside. My cunt sits in a chair laid back because I’m too gentle to fight back, because I’m a woman; waiting for someone new to come along and pick me up, because I cannot do it myself, I’m a woman; I don’t know what is best for me; because I’m a woman. All because I started talking, laughing, dancing, joking, dressing, all of these: being ME! It doesn’t matter because I’m a woman. So, Take my cunt, that’s all you want anyways, leave me when you’re done, put me on a doorstep of your bro; because I’m just another woman, another cunt to toss or throw away.