As I was driving to Hobby Lobby to collect much needed supplies for my upcoming period, I chuckled to myself about how even my menstruation is crafty.
For the 18th year since I read the book Cunt and discovered the sea sponge, I’m going to yet again refuse to spend a cycle shoving ‘a wad of dry fucking cotton’ into any part of my body, bleeding or not. It’s abrasive. It’s uncomfortable. It’s full of things I definitely do NOT want coming in contact with the inner workings of my girl parts.
I’m writing this post to share with you the many reasons why you might also want to get crafty with your periods.
A bit of back story…
When I started bleeding at 13 there was no debate in my mind in tampons vs. pads, I had zero interest in wearing what at the time to me appeared to be a diaper of blood and tissue.
Tampons it was.
Three years went by like this. Three years of cramps so terrible I couldn’t get out of bed for days, three years of heavy bleeding that seemed to go on and on and on
Three years of dreading my cycle and resisting my own female body.
And then, at 16 years old, I read the book Cunt. I started using the sponge and pretty much immediately, my periods improved.
I began bleeding a normal amount of blood for a normal amount of time., and my cramps all but disappeared.
No more pain. No more dreading my cycle. No more running from my womanhood.
No more intimate contact with pesticides and phthalates, and no more waste products.
No more rich white men getting richer off of my body. I can reuse a single sponge for 2 or 3 months, and at about a dollar a sponge it costs me nearly nothing to bleed. Here’s how it works:
here’s how it works
You want to be sure to purchase the softer silk sea sponges, and sterilize them in boiling water before use. I reuse my sponges for 2 or 3 cycles, sterilizing them again each month.
The rest is pretty self explanatory.
Sponges have to be dealt with more often than tampons because when they get full, if you laugh or cough and they haven’t been recently rinsed, you’re in a bit of trouble.
*The first day of my period always requires more attention than the following days, and if I’m going out, I wear a panty linter just in case something makes me giggle at an inopportune moment.
And as far as rinsing them in public goes… lucky you! Many establishments now offer handicap bathroom stalls with sinks INSIDE so you can save yourself the dilemma of the audience at the sink. Me on the other hand, I started doing this stuff long before such conveniences existed.
If you’ve got a favorite alternative to pads and tampons that I haven’t mentioned, please share with us in the comments below!