Warning-- if you don't like to think about nature as it pertains to a woman's ability to create life, do NOT continue reading. If you don't like thinking about a lot of blood, you really should navigate away.
That being said, here is my world once a month.
When I go to the bathroom during my natural cycle (I'm running out of classy ways to refer to this hellacious idea), the first thing evident is pain. LOTS of pain. It feels like my whole stomach is trying to take a dump while my actual stomach is trying to take a dump. So just imagine being all constipated, but also having diarrhea at the same time. Yup.
The next thing I notice, in the cleaning up afterwards, is a bowl full of blood. It reminds me of Titus. I feel as though I am making a sacrifice to the feminine gods. Of porcelain. It's like I've killed and drained a little being and am using the essence of it's life to recharge myself.
I feel both disgusting and utterly magickal.
It's very confusing and uncomfortable.
Hooray for being a lady!!! Here's to hoping I don't ruin any clothes this month....
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