by Lakota | Apr 18, 2024 | Article, Bodysex, Lakota Fredette, Overcoming Shame & Trauma, Reproductive Health, Women's Health & Wellness
I stared at my period app calendar, frustrated that either it wasn’t right or my body wasn’t. I was supposed to have my period by now, in fact I’d intentionally planned this Bodysex circle so that it would be just past the heavy days. Every time I went to the bathroom...
by Laura Bogush | Apr 18, 2024 | Article, Monica, Overcoming Shame & Trauma, Reproductive Health, Women's Health & Wellness
Read Monica’s post in French “Monica? Are you listening to me? Could you please repeat what I just said?” – Yes, I do listen. You explained that the verb ‘to be’ and ‘to have’ are auxiliaries in French and… “Ok, Monica, that will be all, thank...
by Lincoln | Apr 18, 2024 | Article, Lincoln, Reproductive Health, Women's Health & Wellness
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...
by Lincoln | Apr 18, 2024 | Article, Lincoln, Reproductive Health, Women's Health & Wellness
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...
by Rachel Andrea | Apr 18, 2024 | Article, Rachel Andrea, Reproductive Health, Women's Health & Wellness
Art by Betty Dodson My mother told me about menstruation at an early age so I had been expecting it to come anytime. In fact, I was eager to get it and looked at it as a right of passage. I was 12.5 years old, sitting in my sixth grade classroom, when I was plagued...
by Amy Weissfeld | Apr 18, 2024 | Amy Weissfeld, Article, Body Connection, Menopause, Reproductive Health, Women's Health & Wellness
My blood leaked around the edges, destroying countless pairs of underwear, spotting my pants, staining not just my clothes but my car’s seat, my friend’s couch, my good living room chair (years later, when I finally had a living room and enough time had passed for me...
