A Million Wimmin Rose!

Just to let all you who have welcomed my specific brand of positive discrimnatory sexism, I had the most brilliant international wimmins day ever! I was part of a river of wimmin of many ages, colours and lifestyles who flowed from Hyde park down Park Lane, along Piccadilly, down Haymarket, to create a sea of beauty in Trafalgar Square. We sang and danced and celebrated being wimmin. The speakers were more ordinary wimmin talking about their lives than celebrities. I was moved to tears as a muslim woman asked us to imagine being held down and unable to move by wimmin we trust, our mothers and aunts, helpless as they gouge out our clitoris with rusty and dirty knives and sew up out labia leaving only a hole as big as the tip of our little finger....If we survived this mutilation , the problems with menstruation, child birth sex etc were a lifelong struggle.

I met five of my oldest and dearest friends and we sang my song again and again with different pockets of wimmin to the tune of "If you're angry and you know it stamp your feet".

Sila na Gig came with us and daances with Eros and Nelson - photos to be added when I get home!

Then we danced all night! One twenty four hour orgy all about aand by wimmin - just for a change!