Yup, I have to share...rant...complain...about still having a menstrual cycle. I mean, seriously, I've done my thing and reproduced. Can't I be done with the friggin' moontimes, too?
I dunno. It's not like I hide the fact that I bleed monthly. I complain about it here often enough. The kids know about it (That's not exactly by choice, but there is an awkward dilemma about closing the bathroom door on two VERY smart, VERY curious kids or having them waltz into the bathroom to find me dealing with my body's functions. Boy has asked about the blood and I've explained that it means I'm not going to have another baby, which mostly satisfies him; he likes Girl, but she's still too little be really be fun). I use a Keeper, so I have TMI about what exactly I am losing every month. *shrug* That doesn't bother me. Much.
But mix moontime and sex, and I get a little squirrely. I've had talks with some of my lovers, and they don't have a problem with my cycle. No, it's not a hot fetish thing, but it doesn't *matter* either. It really is just me fretting. I get too embarrassed to enjoy the sex, and that is on top of my usual quirks. So...yeah. Moontimes stink.
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