Menstruation « Raising My Boychick

Hello period!

Thank you for waiting until I was off the plane to NYC to start. You even waited until I was in the hotel room and had access to all our supplies, for which I particularly thank you.

Now I’d like to introduce you to my new best friend, the sponge. The sponge will be our close [...]

Sea Pearls (menstrual sponges): a review

Warning: This post contains explicit descriptions of internal menstrual products and the use thereof, cervical and menstrual fluids, and my sex life. If you are particularly squeamish, or a member of my family, navigate away now.

Sea Pearls menstrual sponges

Although I’m a happy home-made cloth pad user most of the time, I decided to invest [...]

Quick menstrual hit: be kind to yourself, self

Living room, 11:45pm, Friday night

I’m sitting up, bleeding, supposedly trying to work but really just letting myself be distracted by the sundry wonders of the internet, yawning and unfocused and unmotivated, wondering why when my brain was so bubbly and productive just a few days ago it now feels blanker than [...]

Backpocalypse 2010: Or, my silence explained

You know that fabulous class I was gushing over in my last post?

Yeah, Day Three fucked my back up. Or rather, my back, injured long long ago when I was twelve, decided it had had enough and wasn’t going to take it any more, and I wasn’t going to give yet another massage, I was [...]

Menstrual Monday

It’s that time again, and lacking any thinky thoughts or filking inspirations, I’m using this post to ask you1 about what you use for your period, whether traditional disposable products, something you made yourself, or purchased reusable products, or…?

Specifically, because I had a massage tonight2, have any of you used a menstrual sponge? With my [...]

Pink and red: a rejection, a reconciliation

It’s a red underwear day, and last month I promised I would, eventually, tell the story of my first period — after all, so many of you did (thank you!). But first, let me set the stage:

Growing up, I hated pink.

I mean, really hated pink. Irrationally, completely, unceasingly hated pink.

I also hated hair (though I [...]

Open thread: On first periods

My monthly menstrual musings may have misled many of my much-beloved readers. I was not always as forthright as I am now — to put it mildly — and my willingness to talk about menstruation here, and elsewhere online and other feminist-dominated spaces1, doesn’t mean I don’t (or rather, didn’t when it was applicable) buy [...]

Just another period post

My breasts ache.

The Boychick hadn’t nursed in two weeks, then asked for milk again one morning. He latched on for half a minute each side, as much as I could stand, as little as I could stand to offer him.

I thought that was why my breasts were aching.

Might it be…? It couldn’t be. I’m sure [...]

Two whispered words

It’s a phrase inevitably whispered, two words to strike fear and hope and the embodiment of ambivalence: “I’m late.” It simply must be whispered, voice low but weighty, urgent, breathy, breathlessly.

But Wordpress doesn’t do “whisper”, so: I’m late.

…to blog about my period. Two whole days. I know, you’re shocked and disappointed in me that I [...]

It all falls down

For the 20th time since the Boychick was born, my uterus sheds its endometrial lining. For the 20th time since the Boychick was born, it all slides down my vagina, falls between my lips, is absorbed by the cloth between my legs. I’ve talked about that before.

Here’s what I don’t talk about: all month, all [...]

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