Aunt Flow

A Tribute To Blood Mysteries

This morning I woke up with that familiar feeling like I needed to fart and as I gave a little push to release the gas I could feel blood begin to gush out. Not from my butt hole! Eww, gross. From my vagina. It’s that time of the month. Aunt flow came to call, the purple flower, my moon time, menstruation. Use whatever euphemism you want, but right now I feel homicidal. A demon has taken over my mind and I don’t want to be nice to anyone. I don’t want to make anyone a snack. I don’t want to be accommodating, people pleasing, or easy going. Where is my fucking Red Tent?! I want to be surrounded by women and doted upon. I want to roll up into a little ball and sleep, while someone feeds me fatty delicious protein rich foods.

My 4-year-old son walked up to the bed right as this fart/blood gush was happening and he said, “Mama, I want a book and milk with you.” I said, “Ok honey, I’m bleeding a lot. Let me get cleaned up and then we can go read a book.” He nodded knowingly a…