Blood

It's pretty; it's red; it's a pretty good metaphor for life...

So, I'm bleeding today.  It's actually hugely relieving on an emotional and physical level.  I've had serious lower back pain for upwards of a week, and talk about teenage-angst hormone levels--whoa.  So, blood brings relief. 

Since I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be doing this whole menstruating thing (aside:  since I don't believe in never or forever, except as concepts that we can use to be hyperbolic, I am not going to say that at some point I will cease to bleed forever.  But, my bleeding days are most likely numbered), and today is Halloween, I think it might be the best costume ever if I was to smear my own menstrual blood all over my body.  However, since it is cold enough that I pretty much have to wear clothes, I may stick to smearing it on my face.  I'm pretty excited about this as a possibility, truth be told.  If it were warmer, I'd try to find a secluded patch of woods, strip naked, cover self in blood, and do a merry little dance, or something.

But.  We can always go partway, kids.  We can always go partway.