In The Summer We Get Lonely And Menstrual

July 20, 2005

You told me your secrets and I took them out of context as always:

She accused me of being messy, unkept, not concerned about my appearance-like.

I‘m more single than ever.

Alone, I spoke to spectres through unfamiliar pain and hesitation.

Perhaps I should starve myself. Perhaps then I would be “healthy.”

I was the one who dyed the dog ‘Egyptian Plum.’

I want to punch myself.

I‘ve gone from shoving pills up my vagina to shoving kleenex up my nostrils.

Well, eventually I took the plunge and shelled out the bucks for a little rubber menstrual cup.

Then I thought, if a facecloth sort of works, what’s to stop me from using an entire towel?

Twice you said my name
It rang in my ears
I’m so glad I cut my hair
So I could hear it better

Tenderness. I cried tonight, for the first time in a while, and it didn’t feel bad.

Posted by Tudor at 12:31 PM in Sentences About You | TrackBack

Comments

i raise my glass to tenderness. adolescence on the internet is empty without the word.

Posted by: regan on July 20, 2005 at 11:50 PM

#1!

Posted by: corwin on July 21, 2005 at 04:44 AM

Actually, that sentence got me in a lot of shit at home because she never said precisely that. The after math can be seen here (lj of my other sister)

Posted by: corwin on July 21, 2005 at 04:47 AM

I make things up on my blog all the time. Sometimes I just put words into other people’s mouths and they get in trouble for it. And when they run after me throwing rocks I just tell them, “Listen, this is *my* reality. My version of events is not accurate, but it is funny.”

Posted by: Tudor on July 21, 2005 at 02:28 PM

people fail to appreciate just how boring the real world is

it needs more nutmeg!

Posted by: corwin on July 21, 2005 at 09:07 PM

I do believe this is the first time I’ve ever thought about how much $ I spend annually on my vagina. A menstrual cup… who knew?!?

There’s a $ back guarantee offered at divacup.com… that’s a great offer but a really nasty job for the person who unpacks the returned cups. I don’t care that women send them back washed… it’s just a little creepy.

Posted by: girlonaglide on July 22, 2005 at 07:02 AM