Inspired by the Guardian's coverage of Chella Quint, a menstruation activist, I decided to ask our female bloggers to answer this question, "what does your period mean to you?"
As a young girl, I was terrified by first period stories. You know the period lore - the accounts of the girls who got their period in school unprepared with either blood running down their legs or blood soaking through their panties and their jeans to the jeers of their classmates. I was so thankful when I got my period the morning before school right after my shower. Somehow I had been spared the indignity that a simple panty liner could have eliminated.
I was 12 years old. It didn't hurt and I didn't bleed that much. I just remember my mother telling me that now I was a woman. By the time I got to school (I went to a private school and my mom was a teacher there) everyone knew. My mom had told all the female teachers and one-by-one they come over to congratulate me. I couldn't help feeling like a breeding mare.
I've never really thought about what my period means to me. I'm on the pill so my period only lasts 2-4 days and it's always right on time. When I have my period, I'm always super horny and I've never had a guy who didn't love sexing me during my period. There's something kind of hot about seeing a guy with your blood on his dick....add a little ejaculate and it's a total gross turn on.
Lately, when I get my period I think to myself, "there go the last traunch on your eggs", like my fertility is escaping me one period at a time. It does sound a bit melodramatic as I write this but it's the truth.
My period makes me feel connected to the world, the moon, and the stars and it makes me feel finite.