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timepiececlockAt 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.
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Date: 2003-07-06 03:26 am (UTC)First I laughed....and then I grimaced. You poor thing. Relax, take a warm bath (although I noticed in your userinfo that you're in San Jose, so that might not be the best option....), take your pain relief medication of choice, take a nap....and...er...it's 3am here on the West Coast......
(Of course, I haven't got a great excuse, either.....)
I think people assume that tampons are preferred.
Well, as I said, I've never used one and don't really have the need for it either. I'm not athletic, and while I do swim on occasion, it's not very often. And when I'm bleeding? I'd probably drown if I were still cramping, and I can abstain from jumping in the water for the remaining couple of days, even in this July heat. And prior to this year, I lived in Oregon, and had no real access to a heated pool, so it was a real effort to go swimming anyway. So...why waste the couple of dollars on a box of tampons that will just collect dust anyway?
I personally like pads, I have no trouble with the so-called "diaper" feeling that some *coughtamponuserscough* women report, and it's what I was raised on anyway. No big deal.
Tampons aren't difficult to use, but I could never forget that they were there, like I can seeing contacts. I always knew there was something up inside my vagina; it's a constant niggling feeling in teh back of my awareness that makes me---not uncomfortable, per se, but unable to really relax. I know it's there, and constant thinking about it is annoying, so I just use pads.
Well, then, I guess I'm fine with pads.
I had a weird conversation with a doctor about non-existant sexual history when I was fifteen, because I had a yeast infection. She asked me twice when I said I was a virgin. As if it's something I wouldn't be sure about.
Hee! This reminds me of when I was about 20 and I saw a GYN with my mom. The GYN, after the exam and discussion etc etc, felt it necessary to remind me several times that despite the fact I wasn't having regular periods - the reason for the visit; at the time, I was going 2-3 months without a period and then making up for it with a *heavy* bleed and those queen-sized killer cramps, but for various reasons we decided not to do BC pills at that time - that despite the fact I wasn't having regular periods, I could still get pregnant and get STDs etc and I still had to remember to use BC and so on and so forth.
I kept wanting to giggle - and I finally did on the way home, even my mother was a little amused - because I *did* know all this already and it felt really, really redundant, in addition to the fact that I wasn't sexually active, to this day still am not and have not been, and have never been in a "situation".
Yes, it's true. I'm 23, a virgin, and I've never been on a date. Ever. Even in a group.
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