Ditz - Who's Inside Who?

Who's Inside Who?

By: Libby Mislan

Posted: 3/5/10

Who's Inside Who was originally written as a performance piece for Occidental College's Vagina Monologues Open Mic Night in November 2009.

"Who's Inside Who' is a response to the theoretical work of Andrea Dworkin, who claims that all penis-vagina penetration is, by nature, patriarchal and invasive. The vibe of the piece is intended to be playful, and I perform it orally with rhythm. One of the goals I have for my work is for it to be powerful both on paper as well as spoken. I hope this holds true."

-Libby Mislan

Who's Inside Who?

They say that when you enter me; you invade me,
Invite yourself over, open the fridge and raid me
They say that through penetration,
You play me
Artificial like Kool-aid
They say your powder spreads through my clarity
and renegades me
They say that you enter me like you're busting down a door
Invasive like a pimple in my purest pore
They say you leave me, swollen and sore…
And yes, sometimes that last part is true-

But they clearly
don't know shit
about me entering you

Cuz when I envelope, and seal you, and drop you in the slot
Your face glowing fierce like an 800 watt
My hot-
ness encasing you 360 degrees
Your eager eyes beg, "Enter me please!"
So-open sesame-I respond to the call
By sliding you
within slippery cavern walls
So my motions stay prolific
I decode your sounds like hieroglyphics…
& if you're confused,
I'll say it straight so you understand:

Woman-can also-penetrate man.

When we take our vibes & put them together
to see what che-mi-cals we can con-coct in the lab of pleasure
What we get is both brand-new and ancient, like well-oiled leather
The cat always comes to watch, cuz
Our presence fills the room like reflective rainbow prisms-Our minds are prisons
But in this moment there's no division; so isn't this something like…a religion?
This lack of psychological-schism has us both wet
Like, "Let's-do-it-without-the-fan-to-see-how-sweaty-we-can-get"

You're the pig in my blanket, so I got you nice and snug
Slimy like slugs, fitted like a genuine hug
But when it's tug-
of-war, and I got the rope
When we're on the see-saw and you're on the downward slope
When I place you in my pouch like you're a baby kangaroo…
I gotta ask myself, "who's inside who?"

Who's-inside-who, I'm never quite sure
But when it comes to sex isn't that-
the allure
that we inhabit each others' space
lacing traces of our embrace
within each others' mental maze
Limbs wrapped tight- tentacles twist
Singular existence slips, not sure whether to just kiss or resist, but I'm going with the kiss….

Cuz at our best, there is no me
And there is no you
& so the question crumbles:
Who's inside who?