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The following are some words of wisdom that did not make it into Issue 7 about the Vagina due to lack of space.

Alternative Menstrual Products:
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love my Period
Author requested name be removed
If I had read that title a year ago, I would have cringed, so I won't hold it against you if you do the same. I'd never heard of any alternative to disposable products, and I was utterly disgusted when I found out that the alternatives were washable. However, giving reusables a chance has really changed how I feel about my body, so I guess some revolutions just have to be bloody. Why bother looking into alternatives at all?
- Reduce waste: Disposable pads and their wrappings are not biodegradable, and plastic tampon applicators are a leading component among washed-up beach trash. Reusable products last for 5-10 years and are either biodegradable or recyclable.
- Save money: A disposable pad or tampon costs about $.25 per use. A cloth pad or a cup costs less than $.10 per use. I determined that I spent $50 on pads/tampons in a year, but got enough reusables to last ten years for the cost of two years' worth of disposables.
- Be comfortable: Cloth pads feel just like regular underwear, unlike plasticky disposables, which are known to cause rashes from air-tight barriers, super-absorbent gels, and fragrances. Cups are completely internal (unlike a tampon's string) and do not dry out the delicate tissue of the vagina, so there is no discomfort from removing it before it's full.
- Keep it simple: Reusables don't need to be replenished on a monthly basis, so you can't run out. In addition to never having to walk the "aisle of shame", with a cup, you don't need to carry any special "supplies" during your period!
- Stick it to the man: The mega-corporations that make disposables are run by men who seek profit over the environment and women's health. Cloth pads and cups are made by small, women-run businesses you can be proud to support.Cloth pads are similar to their disposable counterparts in function, but that's where the similarities end. Somewhere between the thickness of a maxi and an ultra-thin, cloth pads use layers of cotton, hemp, or bamboo fabric rather than wood pulp-derived gels for absorbency. Instead of adhesive on the underside of the pad to keep it in place, there are wings that fasten around the gusset of underwear, though some find wings unnecessary with snug underwear. In place of the air-tight plastic sheet at the bottom of disposables there may be a layer of breathable, moisture-resistant synthetic fabric or natural wool, which results in a distinct lack of odor compared to disposable pads; again, many cloth pad users find this barrier unnecessary because of cloth's superb absorbency. As opposed to mass-marketed one-size-fits-all disposables, cloth pads come in a great variety of sizes and shapes to suit every menstruator, not to mention the choices in outer fabrics, from fun prints to lush velours.
Reusable pads only require a little more effort than disposables. As a busy student, I put my used pads in a small, waterproofed bag until I get home, and, when I have a chance, I rinse my pads in cold water, then let them dry until I wash them with the rest of my laundry. However, my method is not the only one; some cloth pad users soak their pads before washing, while others hand wash and air dry in the sun, but special care isn't necessary, and many just let their pads dry until laundry day. The only rules are to never use chlorine bleach or fabric softener, as they reduce absorbency and the lifetime of cloth pads. To learn more about cloth pads, visit http://www.clothpads.org/, and if you choose to make a purchase, search for "cloth menstrual pad" on Etsy.com or eBay.If you prefer an internal option, consider the menstrual cup, which, unlike tampons, collects rather than absorbs menstrual flow. Held in place by the pelvic floor muscles, it can be left in for up to 12 hours at a time with no risk of toxic shock syndrome, even for light flow, though most cups can accommodate more fluid than any tampon holds.
In spite of the learning curve, using a cup can be as simple as, if not simpler than, using tampons. The cup is folded into a compact size, a little bigger than a tampon, to be inserted into the vagina, where it unfolds and forms a seal with the vaginal walls. To remove the cup, the seal must be broken and the cup refolded somewhat, at which point its contents can be emptied, either into the toilet or shower. Then, the cup can be rinsed or wiped down with toilet paper and reinserted.
Cups range from $15 to $50, but are most commonly around $30 and come in three basic diameters: small (40-42mm) for pubescent bodies, medium (42-44mm) before childbirth, and large (44-46mm) after childbirth or over age 30. In order to choose the cup that fits you best, you may want to explore your body: Is your cervix high or low during your period? Do you have strong or weak pelvic floor muscles? Is your flow particularly heavy? If you're interested in learning more about cups, check out menstrualcups.org, and then choose from the following brands:
- The Diva Cup (http://www.divacup.com/; Canada): high-capacity, long silicone cup, sizes M+L
- Femmecup (http://www.femmecup.com/; UK): single-size (L), silicone cup
- The Keeper (http://www.keeper.com/; USA): latex cup, sizes M+L,
- Ladycup (www.ladycup.eu; Czech Republic): soft silicone cup, sizes S+L, 7 colors
- Lunette (http://www.lunette.fi/; Finland): high-capacity, flat-stemmed, stiff silicone cup, sizes S+L
- Miacup (http://www.miacup.co.za/; South Africa): flat-stemmed, pink silicone cup, sizes M+L
- Mooncup (http://www.mooncup.co.uk/; UK): silicone cup, sizes M+L

Blood and Water: A Feminist Wholly Holy Taboo
By Rabbi Elyse Goldstein

Theologian and teacher Elizabeth Dodson Gray noted, “Women’s bodies may be the hardest place for women to find sacredness.” Our society sends negative messages to women from earliest childhood about the expected perfection of their physiques, and the disappointments of any flaws in the female form. The Torah, then, especially in Leviticus with its focus on menstrual and birth purity, seems to impart the same kind of unfavorable sense. However, what happens when we reject our own received biases—feminist or otherwise— and recast patriarchal assumptions about menstruation? Can we form a contemporary feminist view of these so-called “taboos?”
First, a word about “purity” and “taboo.” What the Torah deems as tamey (impure) or tahor (pure) are not actually attached to cleanliness. These words are ritualistic words, meant to designate those in a physical/spiritual state able to enter the sancta or center of the cult (in Torah times, the mishkan, and in later times the Temple), or those unable. Those who cannot are “taboo” and the thing which causes them to be unable to enter is also “taboo.” Anthropologists note that “taboos” are the system by which certain objects or persons are set aside as either sacred or accursed. Such objects or persons inspire both fear and respect. Mary Washbourne writes, “Menstruation symbolizes the advent of a new power that is mana or 'sacred...' A taboo expresses this feeling that something special, some holy power, is involved, and our response to it must be very careful.” We immediately associate the word “taboo” with a negative connotation— a Western assumption, for sure. Taboos in non-Western thought are often something powerful that you don’t mess with.
A mixed metaphor of fear and power, contact and avoidance actually dominates all the Torah’s passages around blood. Blood, which is to be avoided in the realm of eating and sex, is the same substance which atones for the community in the sacrificial cult, and binds the individual male child to the Israelite covenant through circumcision. Blood both sustains and endangers; it is the medium of plague or deliverance. Thus blood has, like every potent symbol, the double quality and the twin potential of birth and decay, purity and impurity.
So too with menstrual blood. We who are so normally uninspired and unaffected by our bodies should reject the negative connotation of taboo and explore, instead, the positive and sacred aspect. Surely a religion which has a blessing for an activity as mundane as going to the bathroom should have a blessing for the coming and going of menstruation. Since the male composers of the liturgy, living in a world where modesty was central and women’s bodies were a mystery at best, were not able – or more likely, not willing – to imagine such a blessing, we must be the first generation to do so.
I’ve been writing about and teaching my b’rachah for menstruation for over thirty years. I reinvented the difficult and offensive morning blessing in the Orthodox prayerbook which appears as “Blessed are You, Adonai our God, Ruler of the Universe, who has not made me a woman.” (Traditionally women say “who has made me according to Your will”). Each month, at the time I get my period, I say, "Baruch atah Adonai, eloheinu melech ha-olam, she'asani ishah: Blessed are You, Adonai our God, Ruler of the World, who has made me a woman." It is always a revolutionary moment, as the slightest change in wording, changing the negative "who has not made me a woman" into the positive "who has made me a woman" affirms my holiness and sanctity within the context of menstruation, not despite it.
I believe it is possible to rescue the aspects of mystery inherent in menstruation. We can emerge with a sense of the mysterium tremendum of life and death which is in our corporeal female selves. Let us not say we are clean or unclean; we are instead "in a time of power" or "finished with the time of power." Think of menstruation as a time of intense electrical charges – the charge of life and death – pulsing through your body. Perhaps you need space and time to “neutralize” yourself. I particularly like the notion of choosing non-contact with men during those days. Note I say choosing, and not having it forced upon me.
It is true that most, if any positive notions of menstruation as a powerful symbol of life and death became clouded over with ideas of female filth, pollution, and sexuality. Today, women separate during their menses because they are forbidden to their husbands. We have lost the element of holiness, retaining only the element of taboo. Blu Greenberg writes, “It falls to this generation of women... with a new sense of self, to restore that element of holiness to our bodies, our selves.” We read in Zechariah 9: “Raise a shout, Fair Jerusalem...You, for your part, have released your prisoners from the dry pit, for the sake of the blood of your covenant.” It does not say "the covenant of blood," but rather, "your covenant of blood," suggesting that all "daughters of Zion" have that covenant of blood. It is through menstruation – from puberty when we accept our responsibilities as Jews through the elder years when bleeding stops and wisdom starts – that the entire world is saved from the dry pit of death in which there is no water, no womb, no regeneration, no rebirth.
I see menstrual blood, then, as women's covenantal blood, just as the blood of brit milah, circumcision, is men's. The possibilities for rituals around this abound. For women have a brit inscribed in our flesh as an everlasting covenant: not just once, at eight days, but every single month, and the Torah, in its ancient and perhaps awkward way, attempts to remind us.
A word about male blood. Lets start with the command to circumcise: God further said to Abraham, “As for you, you and your offspring to come throughout the ages shall keep my covenant. Such shall be the covenant between Me and you and your offspring to follow which you shall keep: every male among you shall be circumcised. You shall circumcise the flesh of your foreskin, and that shall be the sign of the covenant between Me and you. And throughout the generations, every male among you shall be circumcise at the age of eight days… Thus shall My covenant be marked in your flesh as an everlasting pact. And if any male shall fail to circumcise the flesh of his foreskin, that person shall be cut off from his kin; he has broken My covenant.” And God said to Abraham, “As for your wife Sarai, you shall not call her Sarai, but her name shall be called Sarah. I will bless her, indeed I will give you a son by her. I will bless her so that she shall give rise to nations; rulers of peoples shall issue from her.” (Genesis 17:9-16)
Perhaps no commandment in the Torah is more difficult, more divisive, more perplexing and more male exclusive than circumcision. Is it possible for feminism to save it, to inject into this male covenantal ceremony some sense of meaning other than the lame jokes and awkward silences? Yes, if we allow ourselves the power of modern midrash, and expand our understanding of symbolism and metaphor in the ceremony.
Scholars all agree that circumcision may be one of the most ancient tribal practices we have recorded. We know from Biblical and other sources that the Egyptians, Ammonites, Edomites, Moabites all practiced it. Among most it was done at marriage or puberty, as a “sacrifice” to insure fertility. The Talmud calls both a groom and a baby ready for the circumcision by the same word – chatan. The ancient link between removing the foreskin and marriage is further established in the Biblical account of Zipporah and Moses. In Exodus 4:25, after circumcising their son to ward off supernatural danger, she flings the foreskin and cries, “You are a bridegroom of blood – chatan damim – to me.” What is significant in the Hebrew manifestation is the move from adult circumcision to infant circumcision. Its connotations of sexuality and fertility are now enlarged by levels of spirituality. What was a tribal rite to insure fruitfulness now becomes a Divine command, incumbent even upon those who may not live past childhood into marriage, even upon those who may prove to be infertile. Circumcision now becomes a ritual of cleansing through blood, as women expereince a ritual of cleansing through water. The foreskin is the extra piece which defiles, which is fruitless, non-useful. Like the “uncircumcised” fruit of trees which cannot be eaten for the first three years (called orlah – the same word for foreskin), the foreskin is unripe, a sacrificial non-necessity. The foreskin taints, as Ibn Ezra comments on Genesis 17, verse 5: “Blessed is God...who commanded Abraham to circumcise before Sarah got pregnant, that his seed might be purified.”
But what of Sarah? She is neither commanded to circumcise nor to be circumcised. If the cutting of the genitals was meant to insure fertility, then surely women- for whom fertility is the guarantor of status – should have to undergo something similar. And if this mark was a sign of restrained sexuality, as I will suggest later, then it is even more striking that the ultimate assurance of female sexual restraint – clitorectomy – is not commanded, nor sanctioned, nor even mentioned. Sarah shares in the blessing but does not have to physically sacrifice for it. If Abraham’s circumcision will signal new fertility, then Sarah’s name change signals the end of her barrenness. As he will be the father of multitudes, so too will she.
From Sarai to Sarah entails dropping one letter-the yud- and replacing it with another- the hey. This change was not seen as arbitrary by the commentators. The Hebrew letter hey with the accent of “ah” underneath is a symbol of the feminine ending, as in, for example, yaldah: (girl) or na’arah ( young woman). The commentator Kli Yakar suggests, “Before this episode Sarai was barren, not able to give birth, like a man. The masculine yud was exchanged for the feminine hey. “
Perhaps there is here a hint of a brit of the womb? In Genesis 17:15-21, God reiterates just how crucial it is that the Jewish covenant be founded through the offspring of Sarah, not Hagar. “My covenant I will establish through Isaac, whom Sarah will bear.” This is directly juxtaposed with Abraham’s circumcision, a few verses before. Is this Sarah’s brit? All Jewish women, now in that Sarah-lineage, are automatically covenanted. Brit milah is now only half of the covenantal picture; lineage through Sarah is the other. In the words of Moshe Adler, “Every Jew, whether born Jewish or a convert, must pass through the womb of a Jewish woman, or its ritual equivalent, the mikva.” Blood or water. If you miss that womb at your birth, you must recreate it again through the waters of the womb- the mikva. Perhaps then women do have a brit inscribed in their flesh as an everlasting covenant: we see that in covenantal blood not just once, at eight days, but every month. Wouldn’t it be possible for girl children to be named at eight days or at birth but “brought into the covenant” at menstruation? Since at the brit milah one of the prayers said assures us that “in your blood you will live”, for women, that life-giving blood is menstrual. The same blessing could be said, now with new meaning!
Another possibility. Could it be that women are considered already circumcised? In the Talmud, the question of whether women may perform a brit milah arises. Rabbi Yochanan says yes. To understand this controversial answer, Rashi does a word play on Genesis 17:13, where it says, “surely one must be circumcise“ to read “one who is circumcised must circumcise.” Women are considered ones who have been circumcised! Why? Perhaps simply by virtue of being Jewish. Perhaps simply by virtue of being members of “the tribe”? Or perhaps physically- through their blood, through their womb, or by the very fact of their anatomy being already open, exposed and uncovered, as the penis is after the foreskin is removed?
In fact, male circumcision makes men more like women, by removing the foreskin and “opening up” or revealing the genital . Women bleed monthly from their genitals and do not die. They experience the power of life and death within their own body. Men get to do it just once, at a “like woman” moment. As Zalman Schacter-Shalomi wrote: “Taking my child to the bris is a sacrifice. It is a death that is not fatal.” Same as niddah, the monthly “death” of the uterus.
And now, let’s examine the possibility of the male birth experience.
Women already know the incredible bonding moment that occurs through the act of giving birth. From our own body comes forth new life, born in water and blood, a primordial encounter with creation itself. No matter how sensitive, how involved, how sympathetic, a man can never physically participate in that mystical encounter. Or can he?
Myriel Crowley Eykamp, in an article entitled “Born and Born Again” Ritual Rebirth by Males”, suggests that nearly every religious culture in the world- Eastern and Western- have some sort of initation ceremony in which there is “...a reappropriation or taking-over of the birthing act by the male priest...One must not only be born again, but born again of the male.” Ritual rebirth by males is almost a universal religious phenomena. On one side, that can prove universal religious misogeny. But on another level, it can prove the universal deep longing by men to be birthers themselves. Most do it by water. We do it by blood, parallel to the blood of the actual birth.
There ought to be a moment when the birthing experience is shared, when men birth through blood, when they bond as powerfully physically as women do. If we see childbirth as a metaphor for nurturing and caring in relationship, males can experience that firtshand. If a father “gives birth” at least symbolically to his child, he is taking equal responsibility as a giver of life. Of course, we will need some rebirthing through the father of girl children as well! I await a parallel ceremony.
To be “born again of the male”, at least in a heterosexual relationship, is to allow the father to recreate the mystical bond with Genesis that is truly partnership with God. Men cannot experience labour and birth and the knowing that comes with it. After holding life inside me for nine months, nurturing and feeding through my own veins and arteries, and then giving birth three times, I knew that I had to let go and allow my husband the same powerful moments. Indeed, since I had three sons who were that closely bonded with me, I wanted to let go and allow my son to enter the world of men. But at their bris, I was convinced it was a safe world, a world of male sexuality defined and limited.
Anita Diamant, in The Jewish baby Book, writes, “If God had asked Abraham to remove a flap of skin from his elbow and the elbows of all males of his household, bris would probably not be the emotionally loaded commandment it is...The fact that the mark of the covenant is surgically imprinted on the penis dramatizes the fundamental importance of the act...since Freud, circumcision has been interpreted as symbolic castration.” Circumcision is purposely upon the organ that gave the baby life, which may one day perpetuate more life. Symbolic castration is not so terrifying seen within the context of metaphor and interpretation.
Circumcision as a symbol of disciplined sexuality is also not wholly new. Already the medevilist Maimonides saw the rite as reducing sexuality to a manageable level. It is today that we sorely need this idea repromulgated. Jewish views of sexuality are in accord with the notion that sexual pleasure is mutual, that force is violence and not love, and that human sexual encounters must be based on sanctity and not strength. Therefore we can suggest that circumcision functions not only as ritual initation but also as the communal setting of boundaries to male sexuality.
Zalman Schachter-Shalomi writes, “Perhaps something destructive and “macho” gets refined by a bris, directing a man away from pure instinct and toward prudent judgement...Maybe Freud was right about the dominating power of the libido: if so, it makes sense to take that absolute power away from the penis...So much of what happens in sex is covenantal. Perhaps this is why Covenant has to be imposed on this organ from the very start.”
We cut the organ which can symbolize love or terror, endearment or violence. Here is a ceremony in which we metaphorically pronounce the limits of the male organ, to all gathered, publicly. It is as if we say to this child, “We who are gathered here charge you- as your father used his organ in love to produce you, so you too are expected to sanctify yourself, to restrain the power of your maleness.” And it is fitting that men do this to men. That message can help make women feel safe- at the very least symbolically- that our community, at least in theory, rejects an unbridled masculinity. We publically acknowledge that male sexuality is moved from the spectre of casual, hurtful, or non-committal to the sphere of the holy, the whole, the good.
For me, that is why an equivalent ceremony for girls of drawing blood, from whatever place suggested, has never moved me. Do women need a brit of blood? In our society male violence is still the norm, based on phallic authority and the fear that phallus can instill. It is the male organ which needs “blood-letting” and not the female. Can those few drops of covenantal blood be seen as “kappara”- atonement- for male control? Let them be seen as the “white ribbon campaign” of Jewish men, toward the cleansing of violence in a patriarchal world., Let men teach men- father to son-of vulnerability, of exposure. Let it be seared into their consciousness through their flesh.
Let our boys be entered into a circumscribed world of men whose sensitivities are increased as their phallic-centred power is decreased.
The common, popular notion is that men are created “whole” and perfect and circumcision negates that. In Judaism it is just the opposite: men are born imperfect and removing the foreskin makes them whole. In losing some male power, in “sacrificing” some of that male ego, in uncovering and revealing themselves in their most susceptible parts, men are made more human.
Blood and water: the stuff of life. Messy? You bet. Complicated? Yes. Taboo? Absolutely.
Badass Musings on Blood
By Hadass S. Ben-Ari

I would give anything to see a man deal with his period if he ever got it. This is probably why a Jewish man thanks God for not making him a woman (as part of the morning prayer). In her book "Living Out Loud" Anna Quindlen ponders on how a man would deal with childbirth, or rather, how he probably wouldn't.
It's a known fact that women can stand pain better than men. I heard of many cases, for example, where men who got their nipple pierced fainted or threw up right after the fact. I got my nipple pierced and the worse thing I did was scream as I was getting it done. Many people who work in body art parlors can attest to the fact that men are pussies when it comes to handling pain.
So who's the weaker sex now, huh?
The only thing I learned about the period before I actually got it was what a tampon looks like when it goes inside you. We had only one session of sex-ed on the period in grade five. The speaker gathered all of us in a circle around a cup of water and said.
“OK, I’m gonna do this only once, so everyone watch.” She dropped the stuffed wad of cotton into the cup and the cotton immediately expanded. It looked like a small cottony atom bomb.
We were never told anything about PMS. That is when the real atom bomb goes off. . I suffer from PMS. However, I rather enjoy the comfort I find in it. It's very therapeutic to let your feelings run wild every month or so. We are human beings and our rage is real, we are not crazy, and we have the right to feel negative feelings.
Another thing we were never told is why the fuck is it called the Period? Just because we get it once a month does not make it a period. Neither is it a punctuation mark. Neither is it a class in high school.
I vote for changing the official name of the period to "baby blood". Men, and even some women, are repulsed by the idea of blood flowing out of the vagina for a week. But they probably wouldn’t be if they consider this blood as the purest kind, which gives an unborn baby the nutrients it requires to come to term. People tend to forget that every human being, for nine months inside his mother’s belly, has fed on his mother’s period blood.
Hence, baby blood. It’s more direct than “period” which is such a vague term and doesn’t mean anything, or means too many things at once if used alone. Period.

My Aunt Flo
By Hadass S. Ben-Ari

Ahhh, how great is it when scientists and gynecologists keep coming up with new and innovative ways of suppressing women?
I mean, first the vagina exams. If you wanna find out more about why these exams suck, watch the Vagina Monologues.
And now, enter the new era of no menstrual cycle. That great miracle pill that not only keeps you from getting pregnant but also keeps you from getting your period. And get this, it also keeps you from PMS'ing.
Fuck you harder!
The way I see it, it's yet another chauvinistic conspiracy. Only guys can come up with shit like that. Thinking with your dick causes you to go out of your way in order to keep women from having their period so you can fuck them whenever you please, and we can no longer use the "mensies" defense.
No need to get your balls in a twist. Soon enough, they'll also create a pill for men that will MAKE them menstruate. Or better yet, keep the birth control purpose and make a pill for men that will keep them from producing sperm. How bout that?
Heaven forbid. Women are the ones who get pregnant, so they should be the ones taking the pill, and suffering the side effects, which are curiously similar to the symptoms of PMS - including breast tenderness and depression.
I like getting my period, and I like PMS'ing, why is it so hard to understand?
It's natural. Just like producing semen is natural for men, and sweating while fucking your brains out is natural for everyone, bleeding for a week every month is natural for women. Fucking deal with it.
Peace, love and bloody shitcakes!

Dear Vagina
By Hadass S. Ben-Ari

Dear Vagina,
It has been an honor and a privilege to own you for the past 23 years and I am looking forward to many more years of urination and penetration to share with you.
Please forgive me for having underestimated your power. I know I am hard to please but I have realized that you are enthusiastic and charismatic and you are a good team worker. Recently, you had the chance to meet my new breasts and I could feel that you agree to cooperate with them and with my ass to give me as much pleasure as possible even if my future male sexual partners may be lame in their performance.
I want you to know that in return for your services, I will do my best to find a partner who will know exactly what buttons to push so that you could just lay back, chill out for a while, come and go as you please, and you won't have to work too hard to please me.
I think that from where you are, inside my pants, surrounded by the pelvis from the top and rather large thighs from both sides, you cannot get the full scope of what the world really is and what your true position is in terms of status.
The truth is that 52 per cent of the world's human population owns vaginas. Some are bigger than others, some are hairier than others, some are blond, others are brunettes while others are reds, some are very unfortunately circumcised, but all are vaginas nonetheless. The male specie in this world own a very scary mutation of a vagina and the fact that it's bigger probably made them think it's more powerful. But when the world realized women are a majority and that they can get multiple orgasms either clitoral or vaginal, can stand the pain of childbirth, and that the blood that comes out of them once a month is the same blood that every living being was feeding on for nine months inside their mother's belly, men became scared shitless that their big tools may not measure up to a woman's sexual power. So instead of working harder to please the ladies, men decided to take the easy way out by building a patriarchic system of oppression by undermining us, cutting our salaries, sticking us at home and making us into cumdumpsters and baby factories. It needs to be acknowledged that some men believe, like women, that this is wrong and something needs to be done about it and things are slowly beginning to change, but we're not quite there yet.
So you see, dear fuzzy bunny, whatever a dick tells you, whatever it calls you, do not forget that it is saying that to make it feel better about itself. Men may be afraid that other men may have bigger cocks than them, but they are scared shitless of what women have between their legs. If a dick ever pisses you off, feel free to flex your pelvic muscle around the motherfucker and pull it off.
Hypothalamus sends its regards.
Love you, girl,
Hadass.


Relevant links (provided by Yahm Reichart)

- Menstrual cups:
http://www.keeper.com/
http://www.divacup.com/
- Menstrual pads:
http://www.etsy.com/
www.livejournal.com/cloth_pads
- Sea sponges
http://sew-in-love.com/menstrual-sponges.html
- Gardasil vaccine against the Papillomavirus (causes cervical cancer):
http://www.gardasil.com/
- Vibrators:
http://www.goodvibes.com/
- Vagina-friendly online community:
www.livejournal.com/vaginapagina
- Cervix pictures:
http://www.gardenoffertility.com/cervix.shtml
http://beautifulcervix.com/photos-of-cervix/
http://beautifulcervix.com/about/