Thursday, August 28, 2003 :
wimper...
 

What is it about about blood and cramps and bloating that reduces one to her fundamental physicality? Exposes it. The veins in the back of my right hand are so thick and blue this morning. Ironic that this monthly indicator of a woman's ability to bear children shrinks her into a clinging, weepy baby herself. Is this why women traditionally are the emotional caretakers in heterosexual relationships? Because every 28 days or so we feel such an intense need to be taken care of? I want to knock a hole through a wall and spill my cereal! Please love me.

 

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