the period project

rant thirty-nine: men and cramps

anonymous 

Okay, firstly, do not and I mean don't EVER ask me if I'm on my period just because I'm being moody. It doesn't even matter anyway because I'm always hella moody regardless of my period. I was talking to my male friend and this asshole is like,"Is it that time of the month?" just because I was being a little bit bitter about something. HELL YEAH IT IS. BRING YOURSELF OVER HERE SO I CAN BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A CRICKET BAT. Men. Don't ask unless you want to die. Don't be an ass about it. Your fucking penis isn't bleeding and your organs are not trying to kill you. And also, as if my vagina wasn't already raining the Red Sea, cramps. Hi, uterus, can you fucking not. Why are you trying to fucking shred yourself within me. How am I supposed to accomplish anything while you're trying to murder us both? AND IS IT EVEN NORMAL FOR ME TO LOSE ALL THIS BLOOD?! IS IT SAFE?! I have this period tracker app so I know when my period is coming. And the message it has to inform you when it is reads,"Aunt Flow is coming." What the fuck is this? A family reunion or some shit? Aunt Flow. More like 'The Red Plague is descending.' And for the first three days, I have these unbearable cramps and just want to freaking die because the pain is so bad. And panadol doesn't help for that long so I just kind of drag myself around and hope not to throw up and or faint.The worst thing, is when women don't understand your strive. WOMEN. YOU KNOW THAT I CAN'T DO THE DISHES CAUSE I CANNOT STAND PROPERLY. NO I CAN'T FUCKING BABYSIT BECAUSE I WILL MURDER ANYONE WHO STEPS FOOT IN MY ROOM. My grandmother dared ask me to clean and I was just noping out of life. No. You don't have to deal with your period anymore. But lady, the shit hurts like a motherfucker and you can clean if you want to but I ain't gonna. Just don't fuck with me on my period. In fact, all of my male friends shouldn't speak to me for the next five days before I kill one of them.