This was quite a day! I knew this march was a must for me to attend, but I had no idea how exhilarating it would be. The organizers counted over a million pro-choice marchers. Women, men, genderbenders, kids – swarms of people from all over the world gleefully taking over the Mall. I feel hopeful – an army of pro-choice activists cannot fail.

I would like to have heard the speeches and the music, but I was mobbed all day by people wanting their picture taken with me. I hugged, shook hands, and held the babies of so many people, I feel more like a political candidate than a big pussy! Fighting for reproductive rights is such serious business, I think my presence reminded people that this is about sex - that we’re fighting for our right to experience sexual pleasure. I could see the relief in their eyes as they looked at me – “Oh yeah, sex! How fun!” Waves of love and a million snapshots of me today.

Since I rarely get to Washington, I decided to get pictures of myself in front of some major landmarks, including the ultimate seat of power, the White House. The streets surrounding it are blocked off, so ordinary citizens like me can’t get that close, but here I am, as close as I can get. One day, maybe I’ll live there. A vulva can dream.

I’m so glad so many activists and ordinary Americans turned out to speak up for a woman’s right to choose if and when to have a baby. Our ability to control our bodies is about the most basic right there is. And as much as this vulva loves babies, I wouldn’t want to force someone to have one against her will.

If you missed the march but want to let your local representatives know how you feel, send them a letter. We make it easy for you in Sex Acts.

Hi, I’m the Giant Vulva,  Babeland’s expression of pure love for women’s sexuality. My debutante ball was New York’s Dyke March in June 2000, when I skipped down Fifth Avenue handing out masturbation celebration buttons to all the dykes and genderqueers. Talk about a Love-In! Ever since, I’ve been popping up at events large and small, reminding everyone that female sexuality is beautiful and deserves to be celebrated. Of course I’m beautiful, all pussies are, but I’m not just another pretty face. I’m up on current events, and keep a diary of my feelings and opinions. If you’ve ever wondered what the world looks like from a sex-positive, liberated pussy’s point of view, read on.