Napowrimo day 27

Just the slut poem, again

There are so many people coming and going from me that I could make a subway car jealous.
But did you know I teach environmental education?
I've had more fingers inside me than a communal glove at a baseball field.
I also have a close relationship to my parents.
More people ride me on the daily than a zip bike.
In eight grade I taught myself to read palms, even though I dont believe in god.
I was once a never have I ever question "never have I ever fucked Monya". More than half of the room had to drink.
I love reading science fiction and fantasy ya books.
A friend once called me "the bisexual steryotype"
I can identify almost every street tree in New York City.
Another friend told me that "you can't be shut shamed if you don't have any shame."
I go for runs almost every morning.

I like sex like the ocean is a little damp.
But one of my lovers, giving me a massage, once commented on how little surface area my vagina takes up on my body.
I love to celebrate sex with my friends and lovers and sometimes strangers.
I'm rarely shamed for it.
More often I'm "slut resduced"
Like if you put the essence of Monya in a big sauce pan and just simmered it
Until the writer evaporated off, until the horse lover evaporated off, until the outdoorswoman evaporated off.
Until all that was left was joyful lust.

The problem with being slut reduced
Is sometimes when I look in the mirror, tinted by society's constant agenda
To reduce women to their values as related to men
I see my own slur reduced self.
I see my ribs and my breasts and my back where it meets my ass
And not my feet
Or hands.
Or the point of my nose.
Other people's compliments start to feel hallow.
Sure,  I'm confident and good at sex.
What about my qualities as an educator?
A sister?
An activist?
A friend?

So yes, the subway is jealous of how many people have a fabulous time inside me.
But I want to make a 3d printer jealous of my dimensions.
I want to make the visible light spectrum jealous of all of my colors.
And I want narcissus to be jealous of how much I love myself.