Saturday, January 12, 2008

You can swim, ride horseback and even play tennis!

It's sort of like after a break-up when "your song" seems to be played everywhere. A small incision that re-opens the wound. You cringe, feel a moment of deep sadness and then move on.

For me, it's tampons.

Yet again a woman leaned over to me today and whispered in a girls-only conspiratorial tone, "Do you have a tampon?"

No, I don't have a tampon. Because I don't have a uterus. Cancer took care of that. No uterus, no period, no tampon.

I feel a tightening in the back of my throat. I want to cry.

"Sorry, I don't."


Sugarmouth O'Riordan said...

Awful. My gut churns for you. :(

Spencer Douglas said...

I know this probably won't make you feel any better, but I don't have a tampon either.

Although, I once put one in the sink full of water just to see how big it would get. I decided it would work as the drain stopper for the rest of the day. And I once used one as a handle at the end of a beaded cord for pulling a light on and off. I've also seen an art car at Burning Man, covered in them.

Now that you are liberated from "traditional" tampon perspectival hegemony, just think of how many new ways you can put them to use!

Free at last! Thank God Almighty!