Why yes, I do still exist

Something you should know about me -- I like to refer to female genetalia as a lady flower. I also like to refer to the back door as the "OTHER lady flower". Don't get them confused, please. But now I pose a question to myself...if my lady flower really was a flower, what kind would it be?

The obvious answer, thanks to Georgia O'Keefe, would be an iris.



Yes, a black and grey iris. Perhaps the dreary colors represent the hardships that women have endured throughout time. The glass ceilings, the sexism, the domestic violence, the limited rights. But then looking through the outer petals, there's a small burst of color. Oh wait, that's just my cut-up cervix. Never mind!

Sunflowers. Bright, colorful, cheery. Maybe a little too cheery?



A love lilies. A tiger lily has a nice ring to it. Meow!



But for now, I've decided on the common daisy. A lawn weed that moonlights as a cute little flower. Neither loud and brash, nor overbearing, adapts easily to complete any hanging basket, flower pot or garden. Easily blends into the background of a crowd of colorful, more vibrant blooms. Revives quickly from being mowed over. Even sticks and stones can't hurt THIS (lady) flower. But words might make it wilt. Okay, maybe not.



But nonetheless, don't be a jerk. She's sensitive.