and also (tmi not related to previous post)

[boogieshoes]

if a guy dropped his pants to go to the bathroom and saw a teaspoon's worth of bloody tissue in the crotch, he'd *so* totally freak out!  hell, *i* kinda freak out every month, and have to deal with it - every month!  my inner child is sounding amazingly like Veda Sultanfuss right now:

'daddy, help, help, i'm hemorrhaging!'  except mine adds 'enough to fertilize the back 40!  goddamn, what the fuck is this?!'

there are reasons i'm not fond of womanhood, and they're not all as nebulous as sexism.

-bs, grouchy