after many years of frustration and uncertainty, my period and I have come to some wonderful agreements.
we start bleeding first thing in the morning. none of that halfway through the day getting things done now oop surprise blood nonsense.
we do not start if we are traveling. planes, trains, and automobiles are safe spaces. but as soon as I cross the threshold into my own home after an extended visit elsewhere, all bets are off.
thanks for waiting, period! real glad I didn’t have to deal with this on my very first evening home so I could have somewhat clean sex after a week without my boo.
the style of the young bucks here in la junta is hilarious. hollister shirts tucked into tight Levi’s with big gaudy belt buckles and ironic trucker hats… oh and the shades propped up on their bills. so great. I’d take a picture if that were not incredibly rude and creepy.