Ads For Period Underwear Go Too Far

I know we’re expected to just jump up and accept everything related to sexuality these days but… I have a mind of my own. Not a popular thing, kind of a collector’s item these days.

I agree with these ads being censored. At the very least they could be edited with consideration for the children, elderly and others who all ride subways and travel about in cities and towns (places with sidewalks in general).

Men may object to any mention of periods and menstruation (or breasts as anything other than sex objects). But, they aren’t the only people who don’t want to see ads for period underwear.

I don’t want to see most of these ads while standing on a subway platform surrounded by the general public. The state of my underwear and whether or not I’m OTR (on the rag, as my brother calls it) is my business only. Private. Hence, the whole private parts thing.

I also don’t want children to see sexual images like the blush pink orange sections or the weird dripping egg. Children may not connect the dots on these images but I am and I’m not liking having them around. Or that woman leaning back in her chair, wearing just underwear. Who does that on any kind of normal day? Is she having cramps, falling asleep or trying to orgasm while seated? Then there’s the piano bench woman… is she supposed to be suicidal from blood loss? In short, this is not for public consumption.

Why not keep it plain and simple? The image of the woman in the sweater and the text without the extra comments/ editorial. Why isn’t that enough? Is the purpose of the ad to sell underwear to women, sell porn to men, sell sex while on your period or just upset the general population including women who can’t have children, have lost children, have started menopause, etc. It’s not just children I’m thinking of.

I don’t have a problem with the ads appearing. They sell condoms in plain view. Porn can be bought at most newstands. I miss the old days when people still kept a few secrets about their privates. I wish they would!

We’re annoyed they even considered censoring this in the first place.

Source: The NYC Subway Actually Considered Banning Ads For Period Underwear | Her Campus

I’m Afraid I’m… Sexually Impure

I’ve dated, I’ve been engaged and I have been married too. So, I can not call myself pure and I doubt many people would believe me if I did. So I’m impure, not quite angelic and maybe just a bit devilish even.

Why do we never (that I have seen) think of men as pure or impure? Is it all about the sex? I don’t think so. There is more to it.

Men never have menstruation or develop a person inside their body and then push that out of their bodies with all the biological debris which ensues. Men think that is gross. Odd that it’s been working that way since the dawn of the first mammal at least. Before that there were more egg layers and less female death likely too.

Anyway, is all that what makes women pure or impure?

Does that mean chickens are more pure than human women? There’s a question of values for you.

I never had children, just sex. I think my real impurity comes from my fantasies, imagination and the fact that I let myself have imaginative fantasies. I’m not heavily into religions which talk about hell, evil or demons. (I’m my own style of Pagan). So pure or impure is not so relevant in a religious or holy way.

We could talk about being fresh but that gets into a whole retail thing with sprays and other concoctions I don’t use. So… does that mean I’m not fresh. Impure and not fresh. Doomed I guess.

Talking About Period Underwear

And trust me – I’ve looked up period panty kickstarters and brands, but then I’m like, “so I’m just going to pay a ton of money for period underwear that’s PRETENDING to be normal underwear?” I cannot be someone who I’m not. I cannot NOT wear period underwear, you know? It’s now a part of WHO I AM (at least once a month).

On the bright side (and there’s always a bright side) my dingy once-a-month panties (which, I must say, have withstood the test of time) make me grateful for my cute underwear. As they say, there’s always a silver (panty) lining.

via Can we talk about period underwear?.

One of the good things about having an adult site is being able to talk about things you wouldn’t talk about anywhere else. I could create a writing prompt for the idea of period underwear but I can’t see myself posting it on any site but here. So, here it is.

My period underwear is actually white. It’s also stained, with holes and some of them have elastic sticking out from the waistband (damn Fruit of the Loom for cheapness!). White works better, I think, because I can mercilessly bleach them. Blood doesn’t wash out that well, you know.

Of course, they are cotton. Man-made fabrics don’t breathe, may cling to you more than you want and some of them even trap in smells which you really don’t want at that time of the month.

What’s your period underwear like?

How do you Recycle your Period Pads?

In September, Elonë Kastratia noticed a tweet with a powerful statement:

The message got Kastratia thinking. And with International Women’s Day being celebrated March 8, she decided to print that feminist message and a few others on sanitary napkins and post them on traffic signs all over Karlsruhe, Germany, where she lives.

via Woman Slaps Period Pads All Over Her Town For A Very Important Reason.

Each time the commercial for adult pee pads comes on they ask “How will you recycle your period pads?” It really aggravates me every time I hear it. The women in the commercial are younger than I am. I still have my period, every month. Up to now I’ve only had one answer for their recycling question. (It’s a bit bloody so I won’t share it here).

Ironic that this use for period pads fits in so well with the recycling question. Men don’t like to talk or hear about women’s menstruation. Why should they? It has nothing to do with them, right?

Anyway, when I get to the point of being able to recycle my period pads in some other way (other than attaching it to my underwear and bleeding on it) I hope I remember this idea.


Retro Internet: The 1500 Point Purity Test

Long ago, in the days of the Internet surfing highway, there was a purity test with over 1000 questions. I found a copy of it. Posted for your viewing (or take the test) pleasure.


If you thought the millenial purity test was bad, well you ain’t see
nuttin’ yet!

This is the 1500 point Purity Test!

We felt that the 1000 point version lost a lot of the “fun” of the
earlier versions, so we re-wrote it, adding a few new sections, and
a shitload of questions. This test is guaranteed to be nosier that
your parents, more invasive than the census, and containing something
to offend everybody.

Also included is an answer form so that you can remember where in the
test you were, or show to a friend.

Continue reading Retro Internet: The 1500 Point Purity Test

Only Women Bleed

It’s almost 11:00 at night and I’ve just sat down here again after changing my maxi pad and brewing a fresh cup of coffee. I put on the Galaxie Flashback 70’s channel on TV and the song on right then is: Only Women Bleed – Alice Cooper. Life is weird and ironic and short tempered at times. Or is that just me?

Do you think about all these things too? Why do women bleed? Why were females the ones picked to bleed each month, carry eggs around and then one day it all ends. Not just slipping away. No, it didn’t start that easily, why not leave the way a man would – lots of noise and making sure everyone is more than just mildly aware of his leaving.

I think I have started menopause. I don’t really see the point in knowing for sure. Will it stop now that it’s been found out? Leave in peace? No, it will do to me whatever it wants to do to me. Just like life – the life of being a woman. We bleed.

How much easier life would be if we just carried around seed and sprayed it around? No monthly blood. No clean up. No pain and no having to plan your life around that time of the month. No mood swings and hormone adjustments. No need to be the weaker sex and look over your shoulder when you’re out at night. No need to carry around years of anger, hatred and injustice for something it took the pervert just a few minutes of time to forget.

I could hate men. It would not be a hardship on my part. My Dad was a jerk, but I can see him as a human being too. Still, who tells their daughter she’s ugly and no one will ever want her? What kind of man preys on children (his own child) that way? But, human, remember? So, we make allowances. We understand. We have patience and we don’t want people to think we are mean or can’t get over it.

Is there a point to hating men? Not really. There are always going to be more of them. I do think about how life would be if we lived like Amazon women. A society where men are the ones who bleed, not literally. Would the Amazons actually give up that power, that choice, to men? Not likely. How could they be trusted with the power of giving life and keeping it? We can’t even trust them not to make us bleed.

No, I don’t hate men. You see, every now and then I find one I like and even respect and I wish him well.

Man’s got his woman to take his seed
He’s got the power – oh
She’s got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Man makes your hair gray
He’s your life’s mistake
All you’re really lookin’ for is an even break

He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Black eyes all of the time
Don’t spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Kind of Shocking

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday November 03, 2003  

What shocks you? Men are more shocked or flustered by a discussion of menstruation than they would be if you flashed your pussy at them in a crowded shopping mall. It’s kind of funny, really. If you could even flash in public, you could test out the theory.

Of course, if you were menstruating at the time, that would be the real test. Would he be shocked, aroused or angry?

Anyway, I’m having my period. Who would have guessed, eh? It started at work, so glad we don’t wear white pants as part of the work uniform. The black pants don’t show anything and I know there was something to show. It was one of those days when I hoped I was wrong and I was too busy to dash off to check until a bit later when it was already too late. Then, I still had to explain that I was going out to my car, no I’m not leaving early, just getting something from the car. It’s funny when men question you about this sort of thing and you know they won’t like the answer. The more you try to spare their delicate sensibilities the more they seem to feel they need to know. So, I tell them, bluntly at times since, really they shouldn’t have insisted on all the gory details in the first place.

Of course it was one of those times when I had bad cramps. For you guys still suffering through to read this, cramps are like someone trying to twist your internal organs into a pretzel and then force the whole mess of your insides through an opening the size of a zit. It’s not fun. I was bent over double and thinking how much I hate all people in general. Of course, I don’t get PMS. That would be too easily explained. I just get actual MS, it all happens in the first hour. Not that I become psycho bitch, I just don’t feel like making the effort to be nice for awhile. To say that I hate everyone is really exaggerated since I was still functioning at work, being pleasant to co-workers and cleaning up after shoppers. I didn’t even bite!

Eventually, I decided the pain was worth a second trip out to the car. This time I just walked out and only told one of the other women I was taking my break early. Let them wonder.

I tried something new this period. Have you ever tried Mydol or Pamperin? I haven’t, still haven’t exactly since I’m not wealthy enough to pay double for them when I can get the generic drugs for $4.00. Yes, I did drugs! I know, some of you will be shocked. The wallflower on drugs, it’s pretty out of character. I actually did hope I’d feel kind of high too. Well, it would have been an improvement over how I was feeling at the time.

Anyway, I took two pills, they smelled nice. I waited for them to work. Waited and waited and suddenly I realized they actually were working. It was great. I had asked to leave an hour early and I still did. But, before that I was feeling fine again. More like my usual self.

So, just letting you know that wallflowers can be bitchy but there are drugs to help. Send drugs to a wallflower you know today. Do you think we could found a wallflower drug drive charity sort of thing? I could try the non-generic brands.

OK, you men, it’s safe to read again. In case you skipped to the end hoping there would be some part of this that wasn’t too dangerous for you to read. Come back next week (on the 16th) when I’ll have something brilliant and sexy in prose for the Scribbles Festival at BackWash.