With my pants around my ankles, I squatted low in the 3-stalled corporate office restroom. My butt cheeks just a few inches from the floor, I pressed my PC muscles down and pulled the tip of my menstrual cup. Because squatting shortens the vaginal canal, it was then...
My understanding of the ways to connect myself with the Earth through my moon blood has been cobbled together from my own experimenting, errors, and random bits of information collected throughout my life. And I wonder how many fragments will equal a whole. How many...
The same week in 1973 that Cosmo published an article stating that women were scientifically incapable of having sexual fantasies, My Secret Garden was released to the public. The book is a compilation of women’s fantasies. Nancy Friday, the author/compiler, grouped...
Ishaan’s mother refused to come downstairs to our Christmas party, pouting in her room for the evening instead. “She doesn’t feel like we’re welcoming her,” Ishaan hissed at me as our guests arrived. Towards the end of the evening ten or so of us began playing that...
“And extra cheese on the large pizza, please,” said the woman. I added the changes to their order, and tried to make the action of pushing my pelvis forward so that my pubic mound might brush against the lower part of the counter – even for a second of relief...
