I can’t believe that men can make fun of the process that allowed them to be. That they can scoff at my pain and suffering and use it as the butt of a joke concerning my competence and abilities. It’s a perfect gauntlet of fuckery considering it simultaneously brands the place where they are most likely to crawl to snivel and beg for pleasure as dirty and icky-poo. “But I can’t wait to fuck that shit.”
And I’m such a shit head I took this all in and can’t even call my period by its real name.