it's gone

Nana noire, Niki de Saint Phalle.

"The woman who ran the workshop saw my insane scrambling, sweating, and heavy breathing. She came over. I told her, 'I've lost my clitoris. It's gone. I shouldn't have worn it swimming'. The woman who ran the workshop laughed. She calmly stroked my forehead. She told me my clitoris was not something I could lose. It was me, the essence of me. It was both the doorbell to my house and the house itself. I didn't have to find it. I had to be it".
Eve Ensler