I need to feel useful, feel full.
I need to feel anchored.
I need the quiet space that gets carved out for me when I’m submissive.
"Remind me what I’m good for?"
"So many things baby."
The verdict is in. It’s NOT just me and YES we can blame the moon.
Totally fucking lunar up in here!
(FYI That’s the term T and I use for our periods, ‘lunar’. As in “Ugh… I’m fucking lunar.” My yoga teacher always calls it her ‘moon time’, which I like because it carries a certain reverence. The term ‘period’ has never really worked for me. I just don’t get the association. I don’t feel like a person who had periods came up with that word. It must have been some neat tidy term some male medical professional came up in reference to the cycle/interval of time. Because “monthly blood bath”, “NOTKNOCKEDUPWOO!” and “uterus guts” probably made them uncomfortable. In high school everyone called it their ‘rag’, like “I’m on the rag”, which is just gross, really. I like the tumblr phenomenon of calling it ‘shark week’ but unless you have this infographic handy it doesn’t make much sense to non-tumblverse friends. Does anyone else have a preferred period phrase?)
vintagegal: Moon Nymph by Luis Ricardo Falero (Granada, Andalucía, 1851-Londres 1896)
What I love about Ninja’s blog is that we get to see these intimate little peeks into people’s private spaces…. bedrooms, bathtubs, rehearsal spaces, livingrooms when nobody else is home, behind closed office doors, spaces where we can be naked and let down our guard.