A truthful account of the first time I used a cup. “Don’t panic,” I said to myself. “There’s nothing to panic about.” It was just a 6 cm silicone cup trapped all up in my lady parts. I was lucky this had been a trial run. I had decided to try a menstrual cup after ranting (once again) about Tampon tax. The cup was appealing … Continue reading Trials and Tribulations of Cupping
Curious about cupping? Let this idiot be your guide. I‘ve long been outspoken on periods and how they are viewed and treated within society. I’m baffled by the fact we have to pay for sanitary products when it’s part of our biology. To add insult to injury these products are then taxed as a luxury. If this was happening to men, there’d be a riot. … Continue reading What’s the deal with the cup?
I’m a people person. Everyone knows this. There’s nothing that warms my heart more than meeting a kindred spirit. There’s something reassuring about finding another person whom you have something in common with. All it takes are two little words of solidarity to make a large and anonymous world less lonely: Me too. But when that common ground is a collective experience of harassment and … Continue reading It’s Everyone’s Problem
Clubs are playgrounds for adults? No, PLAYGROUNDS are playgrounds for adults. The most fun I’ve had in ages was an alcohol free romp in a children’s playground. I love this kind of fun. It’s free. Why am I not constantly running around screaming loudly whilst being chased by my adult friends? Maybe because embracing your inner child in this way, is a sure fire way to elicit their … Continue reading Adult Fun
Not all relationships should turn into friendships A few years ago I received a Youtube video of War’s ‘Why Can’t We be Friends’ with the accompanying wit: C’mon, let’s be friends (insert winky face). The message had been sent by an Ex who I had deleted off social media. It actually made me LOL. Not because it was cute, but because the guy who sent … Continue reading Why can’t we be friends?
Women who sleep with my boyfriend, then have the cheek to comment on my sexual history will be verbally decimated. There is nothing that will get a woman more angry than finding out she’s being cheated on. Oh wait, how about his side chick calling her promiscuous. “He thought that because you’ve slept with so many more people than him that you wouldn’t be happy with him. He … Continue reading Numbers game
I give up. Let someone else pick the next dysfunctional man I date. Just don’t let that someone be my parents. After a conversation on the dire state of my love life, my friend Jess suggested letting my friends introduce me to nice single men they knew. Now, coming from an Indian family I am no stranger to the idea of relationship introductions. My Dad showed me a picture of my future … Continue reading A Suitable Boy
Period, period, period, period, period. Are you comfortable with it yet? When I was 17 years old I tried to send my brother to the local pharmacy because I needed tampons. Before he could step out of the door I could hear a mumbled conversation and then a resounding WHAT, before he was loudly told to get upstairs and my father stormed into the living … Continue reading The Menstruation Myth
Having a womb isn’t a good enough reason to have kids I once dated a guy who informed me it was my biological duty to have children. Yes. He said that. Think of my uterus, if you would, as a bread maker that came with my ‘kitchen’. The kitchen is great, but wouldn’t it be more of a kitchen if there was a rising heap … Continue reading Biological Duty
I think I am 95% desensitised to penis. When I was younger and I used to worry that my enjoyment of uber violent films meant that I could find myself in a Die Hard style scenario, and would simply sellotape a pen knife to my back and throw myself into the mix without batting an eyelid. It was a theory that was somewhat proven when I got held … Continue reading D-sensitised