I’m in love. These magnets are actually from Australia’s Etsy site [check it out], but the artist is from Ohio [meet KittyKait], so I just might be able to order them.

Make no mistake, this is REAL art, painted on 2 by 2 (!) stretched canvas!!!

xo, Angela

To the Vagina

Gwerful Mechain

Every poet, drunken fool
Thinks he’s just the king of cool,
(Every one is such a boor,
He makes me sick, I’m so demure),
He always declaims fruitless praise
Of all the girls in his male gaze.
He’s at it all day long, by God,
Omitting the best bit, silly sod:
He praises the hair, gown of fine love,
And all the girl’s bits up above,
Even lower down he praises merrily
The eyes which glance so sexily;
Daring more, he extols the lovely shape
Of the soft breasts which leave him all agape,
And the beauty’s arms, bright drape,
Even her perfect hands do not escape.
Then with his finest magic
Before night falls, it’s tragic,
He pays homage to God’s might,
An empty eulogy: it’s not quite right:
For he’s left the girl’s middle unpraised,
That place where children are upraised,
The warm bright quim he does not sing,
That tender, plump, pulsating broken ring,
That’s the place I love, the place I bless,
The hidden quim below the dress.
You female body, you’re strong and fair,
A faultless, fleshy court plumed with hair.
I proclaim that the quim is fine,
Circle of broad-edged lips divine,
It’s a valley, longer than a spoon or hand,
A cwm to hold a penis strong and grand;
A vagina there by the swelling bum,
Two lines of red to song must come.
And the churchmen all, the radiant saints,
When they get the chance, have no restraints,
They never fail their chance to steal,
By Saint Beuno, to give it a good feel.
So I hope you feel well and truly told off,
All you proud male poets, you dare not scoff,
Let songs to the quim grow and thrive
Find their due reward and survive.
For it is silky soft, the sultan of an ode,
A little seam, a curtain on a hole bestowed,
Neat flaps in a place of meeting,
The sour grove, circle of greeting,
Superb forest, faultless gift to squeeze,
Fur for a fine pair of balls, tender frieze,
A girl’s thick glade, it is full of love,
Lovely bush, blessed be it by God above.

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Believe it or not, Gwerful Mechain is

• A FEMALE
• Welsh 15th Century poet
• famous for her erotic poetry
• (and also her strict use of metre)

You might not be impressed (boo you!), but I certainly am. The again, if you are impressed, here’s some sweet Gwerful linkage:

• Gwerful Mechain and the Joy of (Medieval) Sex
• (not much of) a biography
• Yeah, baby. She’s got Wikipedia cred.
• Could this actually be her?
• How do we pronounce her name (not how you think)

Hope you had fun with this one. She’s inspired me. You will soon see why.

xo, Angela

PS. If you live in Australia, you can get the above peachy vagina as a sticker at Etsy.

PPS. Thank you, Mr. J 2.0, for introducing me to Gwerful. I’m truly smitten with her.

… and maybe for a few days.

But I am always in your heart and you are always on my mind.

much love

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