A Vagina REVOLUTION!

Hello dear friends,

Welcome to Badmimi.com. I am so glad that you found your way to my home on the Internet! Badmimi has been a long time in the making...

As a very young girl I would sneak into my bedroom and lock my self up. There I would prop one foot on either side of the full-length mirror on the backside of the door and I would spend as much time as I could inspecting my vagina. I thought it was beautiful, really beautiful. But even at this young age I wondered why having one was not a good thing…. That probably was when Badmimi was first born.

I had been told repeatedly not to touch my vagina, that it was dirty. And I heard that one day it would start to bleed and eventually a baby would come out of this place. I just could not believe that something so big could come out of this tiny hole. I was scared.

As I grew older I came to realize that having a vagina meant that I would get paid less while working just as hard. While I could not walk alone safely at night in my own country I knew that in other parts of the world having a vagina had far greater consequences…potentially fatal.

And finally what was the most clear to me is that this portion of my body was to remain covered up at all costs.

Being bombarded with all of these negative messages eventually effected me. I psychically cut off this part of my body. And therein lies the tragedy, Most women all over the earth have been taught to live in shame and fear when it comes to their vaginas; I was no exception.

Fortunately, as a young adult I moved to California. There I met my future best friend who was studying to be a midwife. She taught me to trust my body; to give birth without fear, and consequently without pain. As I pushed my babies out into the world I felt like the most powerful being on earth. It was the single most healing experience of my life. I have been a lioness at heart ever since. I knew what I had between my legs and no one was ever going to tell me otherwise.

Over the next few decades I reconnected with my genitalia. I came to realize that my intuition and ability to love like a lioness came from this part of myself. Tracking feelings of power, warmth, and 'knowing' lead me back to the seat of my femininity, the sacred magical flower that lies between my legs.

While this new relationship with my vagina gave me self-esteem, at the same time I became enraged that my culture had denied me this gift at an early age. My rage grew when I realized that while I can buy penises and boobs galore, wherever I looked there were not any positive representations of vaginas. A Google Search on the word "vagina" either returned "pornography" or "disease" Even more disturbing, while families hang a crucifix with a bleeding Jesus on their walls, any thought of a vagina, the actual source of life-let alone its image-is considered shameful.

But I recall it was a friend showing me a photo of a woman with a beer can stuck inside her vagina that threw me over the edge! For Badmimi, it might as well have been a picture of a church desecrated by graffiti or, even worse, destroyed by bombs.

And so I have designed and manufactured products that I believe express the power and beauty of the vagina. It is my hope that my beautiful products will grace homes all over America and eventually the world. Then perhaps, women and their vaginas will again be regarded for what they are, the givers of life.

You are cordially invited to join the Vagina Revolution!
Love,
Badmimi