Menses has been on my mind more than usual for the last six months. My daughter got her first period just five months ago. I wrote to Betty Dodson some months later asking for advice to help my daughter with inserting her first tampon. My daughter had asked me for help and I had sat down and got her looking at her vulva and vaginal opening with a mirror explaining all about it. However it was way too tense an experience for her to get the tampon in. Meeting her reflected vulva was like meeting a stranger for the first time who had been living under her bed her whole life and that was all she could handle that day. I gave her Betty’s advice,to spend time alone before going to sleep at night between this period and the next, when she was most relaxed, inserting a finger into her vagina. She did so and the next time menses rolled around she was a dab hand with the tampon, no help requested or needed. Problem solved!
The next period issue I had was my own though. I used a menstral cup back in 2006 but I lost it and never replaced it. However the only brand of tampons I use in Australia were an organic female owned and operated company that have vanished whilst I was living in Amserdam. So this month I decided to switch back from tampons to a JuJu which is the Australian version of a menstrual cup. I bought it not only because I intend to use it for it’s 10 year life span and not have to buy tampons again, but also because I want to do some blood play for a fetish shoot on my website. Interestingly I had a friend of mine, a male friend, react quite strongly to me talking about period openly and publicly showing a photo of my new JuJu. What was so interesting about this is this guy spends hours playing the most violent video games depicting “real as possible” images of blood and gore as he murders people. I struggle to understand why men who adore blood and gore are terrified of menstrual blood. No one I have asked has ever been able to give me a decent answer. So after asking him this I asked him if he could cope with the image better if I had overlayed a gun sight/target sybmol over the top for him. Would he then be okay with the idea of a woman’s blood?
Public talking about menses makes people squeamish, so I love doing it. Public images of bleeding just DON’T happen right? Except they do. Once I was bleeding and carrying two suitcases and a small child and my tampon leaked and ran down my legs whilst I was on a public bus. The driver and my fellow passengers looked truly agonised both for themselves and for me. So I flashed them a smile and a shrug and said… “what can you do? it happens”. I remember right up until it was pouring down my legs I was mortified and begging divine forces of the female persuasion to stop it from happening… afterwards I just thought…”fuck it”. Why was I so scared of it anyway? men urinate in public spaces without batting an eyelid. The trickles of blood down my legs also seemed strangely beautiful and cathartic. Acceptance is peaceful and eventually people stopped staring at me and went back to their business.
Personally I love a woman’s blood. I love fucking a woman when she is bleeding, not all women are horny at this time, or comfortable with their own blood, but when they are…phew…it’s intense. I love having the blood on my hands and on my sheets and I get off on the murder scene-esque visual of the sex. I have always wondered why men find it so very very abhorent. Is it a biblical legacy from judaism claiming that women are unclean and unholy whilst they bleed? Is it misogyny? Gynophobia? Can the fellas out there tell me what about it especially bothers you? It’s life giving just like sperm and we know the boys love cum shots… so what is it about this excretion that makes you say ew?