A Wench By Any Other Name is Still a Wench

For those who do not know me, let me introduce myself. I am a Wench, identifying as such since unmasked by my partner many, many moons ago. I have never shared with the outside world.

That is about to change. Let me start with a definition (never really outlined before now ~grin~ so all mistakes are mine and I hope fellow Wenches will forgive me).

Wench
/wen(t)SH/
noun

(English, pl. wenches)
"You Wench, I was going to eat that!"
a human being, generally of the female persuasion, with self deprecating, sarcastic humor and scathing wit toward those closest; a being of highly salacious, mostly harmless, generally self serving intent; prone to mild to moderate selfishness and narcissism, thereby self proclaimed unfit for motherhood; intensely artistic with a bent toward perfectionism and about as domestic as most house cats; apt to buck convention at every little unassuming opportunity; of any age from puberty to advancing years, the young being prone to insecurity and a need to please others while middle-age brings more self enlightenment, acceptance, and bravado.

There. That about sums me up.

Now I just need the USA to proclaim the day after Mother’s Day as National Wench Day. I planned my celebration while ruminating on Sunday.

For starters I will meet local writers over breakfast until time to get a much needed hair makeover. If we spend more time talking than writing (or not!) I will head next to a favorite shopping center for more writing. The place boasts a lovely “town square” fountain, benches, and plenty of accommodating establishments should the weather be inclement.

How would you describe your core self? If you are a Wench would you care to lobby for the holiday with me?

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