At first I was feeling not sure if I should write about this in my journal. A few months ago I did, but I made it friends-locked.
Well fuck that, this is my journal, and I have always felt perfectly happy to inform everyone around me when I'm in physical pain. Why should this be different?
I am in pain.
Hear me! Feel my pain! Chances are it's yours too.
I'm not even going to cut-tag this. I'm a bad, rude woman.
.
So I was sitting in the bathtub listening to my radio stations "Top 104.9 alternative albums of all time" holiday coutdown (I can believe Jack Johnson's on this list, Ugh), feeling sorry for myself, when I started to think.
What do I know about myself today? What are certainties that no person, no man, no corporation or law or religious leader can convince me of otherwise?
I know my blood is red, like everyone else's is. What does it matter what my skin is, if my blood is red?
I know that today, I am not a mother.
I know that some day I could be, if I wanted.
I know I am not alone in the world. In fact, there's 3 billion + people like me in the world.
Then I got to wondering, how many women out there are going through exactly what I am, this very moment? How many women can feel the muscles (fantastic muscles that no one can see) moving, exercising, and exorcising inside them at that very moment?
I tried to calculate it in the bathtub, but I couldn't make my brain do the math without a calculator or some paper.
But here's what I figured.
If every woman averages 6 days menstrating every 28 days, then they go through 13.04 cycles and bleed 78.2 days each year.
There are approximately 3 billion women in the world, and 365 days each year.
Approximately 49,315,069 women bleed their lifeblood out of their bodies on any given day of the year.
That means that, at any given moment it's possible that as many as 50 million women could be having menstral pains at this moment.
Hey, I'm not only not alone in my pain, but there's tens of millions out there who, as I type these words, understand me on a fundamental, biological level. I don't even have to speak their language, they just know.
And even if they can't feel it anymore, they remember after a lifetime.
Yeah, I'm feelin' womanly today.
So, can any of your fabulous women who got this far in reading tell me anything about sea sponges? I read some interesting stuff about them as an alternative to tampons. I'll admit the idea of draining blood into a public bathroom sink has a certain anti-societal-rules appeal to me.
Well fuck that, this is my journal, and I have always felt perfectly happy to inform everyone around me when I'm in physical pain. Why should this be different?
I am in pain.
Hear me! Feel my pain! Chances are it's yours too.
I'm not even going to cut-tag this. I'm a bad, rude woman.
.
So I was sitting in the bathtub listening to my radio stations "Top 104.9 alternative albums of all time" holiday coutdown (I can believe Jack Johnson's on this list, Ugh), feeling sorry for myself, when I started to think.
What do I know about myself today? What are certainties that no person, no man, no corporation or law or religious leader can convince me of otherwise?
I know my blood is red, like everyone else's is. What does it matter what my skin is, if my blood is red?
I know that today, I am not a mother.
I know that some day I could be, if I wanted.
I know I am not alone in the world. In fact, there's 3 billion + people like me in the world.
Then I got to wondering, how many women out there are going through exactly what I am, this very moment? How many women can feel the muscles (fantastic muscles that no one can see) moving, exercising, and exorcising inside them at that very moment?
I tried to calculate it in the bathtub, but I couldn't make my brain do the math without a calculator or some paper.
But here's what I figured.
If every woman averages 6 days menstrating every 28 days, then they go through 13.04 cycles and bleed 78.2 days each year.
There are approximately 3 billion women in the world, and 365 days each year.
Approximately 49,315,069 women bleed their lifeblood out of their bodies on any given day of the year.
That means that, at any given moment it's possible that as many as 50 million women could be having menstral pains at this moment.
Hey, I'm not only not alone in my pain, but there's tens of millions out there who, as I type these words, understand me on a fundamental, biological level. I don't even have to speak their language, they just know.
And even if they can't feel it anymore, they remember after a lifetime.
Yeah, I'm feelin' womanly today.
So, can any of your fabulous women who got this far in reading tell me anything about sea sponges? I read some interesting stuff about them as an alternative to tampons. I'll admit the idea of draining blood into a public bathroom sink has a certain anti-societal-rules appeal to me.