Today has been a pain but these waxflowers are sparking lotsa joy.
If I could have a super power, I’d want the ability to transfer my period pain to a deserving man of my choosing. Maybe not every month, I don’t want to be that cruel, but maybe, like, once every three months. Hell, I’d even settle for once a year.
I’d close my eyes and think of a man that wronged me. I’d think about hitting the bastard with the waves of nausea, the hollowing pain of the walls of my womb being scraped out like a Halloween pumpkin, and the agonising cold sweats that keep me from getting any real rest. I imagine the man suffering. Just as I do, month after month.
Just as so many of us do.