Like all women, each month, I have the biological privilege of bleeding from between my legs. Some women think of the experience as blessed, as a truly feminine, as powerful and raw. Others deny their state with pills, martinis and deodorized tampons. It's not so much the bleeding I mind, but the days leading up to the crimson drizzle. My zeal for life is vanquished, and the only tone spewing from my vocals is a medium pitched whine. My opinions become narrow judgements, and I find myself reacting to harshly to normally sweet scenarios (smiling babies, sniffy dogs, flowers and gentle rain).
I have fantasies about checking out the week before my "dot" arrives. Here are some of them:
Disappear in trees. Roll around in mud like a lady swine.
Start fires. Put them out.
Dismantle buildings. Piece them back together.
Incarcerate myself in a giant, empty, white space. Non-stop art production.
Swim across a giant waterbody. With fins.
A week of silence. One bowl of rice.
Endless nude dancing to some guttural drums. Bones in my hair.
I need to start feeling more positive about the whole bloodletting thing. After doing some research, I found Pagan women to be the most accepting and empowered by their menstruation. They wear their blood proudly, like fluid bodily trophies.
If your a witch, budding pagan, pervert, psychopath, chef, or other, here is an intriguing thread about using the menstrual blood in spell work.
"i think it is wonderful! i rinse my homemade rags in a bucket and feed it to the flowers and wear a dress to bleed right on the ground. i've always been facinated with menstration and in the past 2 years having a great time with it. what a powerful thing."
- Seawitch - from the above mentioned thread Menstrual Blood and Magic