one month you will get your period on the full moon, the
next month on the waning moon, next on the new moon and next on the waxing moon. It
varies just fantastically. There is no way of knowing what your cycle is until you
lunarly track it. Even then, it is likely to traverse the moon’s phases throughout
the year, but if you keep a good record and watch what goes on between your cunt and
the moon, you’ll be able to predict, to the day , when you start your period, even if you are “irregular.” Again, I can’t stress enough: This takes time. You may not have a full grasp on your
cycle for six months or even longer.
Patience is this: a virtue.
As you begin to groove with your fine cunt workings and the moon, you’ll be able to
perform all kinds of neat-o miracles. You can figure out if you’re in for a hellish
period. Nasties like yeast infections can be easily nipped in the bud because you’re
so utterly hip with yourself. What were once faintly clairvoyant premenstrual dreams take on more
lucid clarity and depth. Sex becomes more intense and ecstatic. Menstrual cramps diminish.
You can determine when you will and won’t get in the family way—if you investigate
the matter fully.
Our society creates a hospitable climate for cuntpower to be generated into profits
amassed by large corporations. Pharmaceutical and feminine hygiene companies, plastic
surgeons and weight-loss centers are designated to care for our bodies in our stead.
We learn to rely on various “experts” and authority figures who patronizingly inform
us how we should respond to our bodies. We are not offered the opportunity to consider
how we’d like to respond to bleeding, nor are we presented with how women menstruated
in the past or in other cultures.
Becoming responsible is about quitting the “expert” addiction, feeling and listening
to what is going on inside of us and responding in ways that feel good and right to
us. Learning to be responsible for your body takes time. It’s taken you all your life to learn how to alienate yourself to the point of total irresponsibility.
If it took society, say, twenty-five years to teach you that you have no control,
it’ll take you less than a tenth of that time to learn yourself otherwise. In the
long run, that’s not much time at all, but still, it does indeed amount to roughly
two point five years.
It is of utmost importance to be patient with yourself, your ignorance and your curiosity.
Any stockbroker in her right mind will tell you: The return on an investment is wholly
dependent upon the investment itself. By the time we’re twelve or so, society has
convinced the vast majority of women that it is in our best interest to remain incontestably
oblivious to our bodies, outside the realm of tormenting ourselves into reflecting
a certain standard of physical beauty. Therefore, it is entirely reasonable that we
never pause to invest in ourselves on terms that we ourselves define. Our subjugation
continues because women are estranged from our actual realities.
Taking responsibility for one’s bleeding ways is part of the reality-based revolution
founded between the soft, luscious thighs of every woman on the planet.
A more material aspect of this revolution is downsizing the percentage of our funding
to corporations that exist for no other purpose than to constrain women in the throes
of body-alienation and perpetuate our deleterious relationships with our cunts.
Here is my story about that.
I went to Anystore U.S.A. to buy a box of tampons. I had but eleven dollars to my
name. I went down the aisle where I would find “feminine hygiene” products, bitterly
playing that term through my mind.
Why are words like “hygiene” and “sanitary’—which imply that a woman’s cunt is unclean—acceptable
in our society? Why are these people trying to sell me feminine deodorant spray? That’s
like hawking
next month on the waning moon, next on the new moon and next on the waxing moon. It
varies just fantastically. There is no way of knowing what your cycle is until you
lunarly track it. Even then, it is likely to traverse the moon’s phases throughout
the year, but if you keep a good record and watch what goes on between your cunt and
the moon, you’ll be able to predict, to the day , when you start your period, even if you are “irregular.” Again, I can’t stress enough: This takes time. You may not have a full grasp on your
cycle for six months or even longer.
Patience is this: a virtue.
As you begin to groove with your fine cunt workings and the moon, you’ll be able to
perform all kinds of neat-o miracles. You can figure out if you’re in for a hellish
period. Nasties like yeast infections can be easily nipped in the bud because you’re
so utterly hip with yourself. What were once faintly clairvoyant premenstrual dreams take on more
lucid clarity and depth. Sex becomes more intense and ecstatic. Menstrual cramps diminish.
You can determine when you will and won’t get in the family way—if you investigate
the matter fully.
Our society creates a hospitable climate for cuntpower to be generated into profits
amassed by large corporations. Pharmaceutical and feminine hygiene companies, plastic
surgeons and weight-loss centers are designated to care for our bodies in our stead.
We learn to rely on various “experts” and authority figures who patronizingly inform
us how we should respond to our bodies. We are not offered the opportunity to consider
how we’d like to respond to bleeding, nor are we presented with how women menstruated
in the past or in other cultures.
Becoming responsible is about quitting the “expert” addiction, feeling and listening
to what is going on inside of us and responding in ways that feel good and right to
us. Learning to be responsible for your body takes time. It’s taken you all your life to learn how to alienate yourself to the point of total irresponsibility.
If it took society, say, twenty-five years to teach you that you have no control,
it’ll take you less than a tenth of that time to learn yourself otherwise. In the
long run, that’s not much time at all, but still, it does indeed amount to roughly
two point five years.
It is of utmost importance to be patient with yourself, your ignorance and your curiosity.
Any stockbroker in her right mind will tell you: The return on an investment is wholly
dependent upon the investment itself. By the time we’re twelve or so, society has
convinced the vast majority of women that it is in our best interest to remain incontestably
oblivious to our bodies, outside the realm of tormenting ourselves into reflecting
a certain standard of physical beauty. Therefore, it is entirely reasonable that we
never pause to invest in ourselves on terms that we ourselves define. Our subjugation
continues because women are estranged from our actual realities.
Taking responsibility for one’s bleeding ways is part of the reality-based revolution
founded between the soft, luscious thighs of every woman on the planet.
A more material aspect of this revolution is downsizing the percentage of our funding
to corporations that exist for no other purpose than to constrain women in the throes
of body-alienation and perpetuate our deleterious relationships with our cunts.
Here is my story about that.
I went to Anystore U.S.A. to buy a box of tampons. I had but eleven dollars to my
name. I went down the aisle where I would find “feminine hygiene” products, bitterly
playing that term through my mind.
Why are words like “hygiene” and “sanitary’—which imply that a woman’s cunt is unclean—acceptable
in our society? Why are these people trying to sell me feminine deodorant spray? That’s
like hawking
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