Current Mood: Sickly

You know, women who get all into this “menstration as female empowerment” crap, scare me.

I can’t say that I’ve ever felt “more mystical” “more powerful” more “anything” other than “more cranky,” in the 35 years that I’ve had a period, period. It’s a period dammit, a sign that most of the time means you’re not pregnant, and no longer need all this fertile bedding stuff anymore. It’s not empowerment, it’s em-bed-iment, a perfect time to sit in bed and do nothing other than eat chocolate, watch George Clooney movies and give yourself pedicures.

It’s my down time, dagnabit, I get precious little of that as it is, why any woman would want to do anything else besides collapse and assume a fetal position, is beyond me.

My anamcara, who is blood-brother Lakota, told me once that in the Lakota tradition, the women have their own special “Moon Lodge” where the women who are on the rag go and do nothing. It’s a very special place of ritual, where they bleed in reparations for the sins of their husbands and brothers and warrior men from the previous month. Apparently, there’s lots of sinning to be had in warrior Lakota men.

And here’s what I have to say about that:

Fuck that shit! Let the men make their own damn reparations. It’s THEIR sins, THEY get to claim them.

And while I do admit there is a part of me that would enjoy not having to do anything for the three - five days of my menstrual cycle, any possible joy that might be found in lazing about in a moon lodge doing penance for any man o’ mine, surely would be shot all to hell with having to sit in a lodge with a bunch of cranky crampy women doing the same for their sinful men.

I highly suspect the Lakota men gave them that cock-a-mamie story just to get them out of their hair during their special “moon time”.

This post of course is brought to you today because I’m on the rag, dammit, I have a migraine, and I don’t want to take a shower and get dressed and drive to RCIA class tonight. I’m told by good authority (it’s good to have friends who have been lifelong Catholics) that if there’s one good excuse to missing ANYTHING amongst Catholics, it’s being on your period. If there’s one thing priests and deacons get squicky about, it’s talk about girly bits.

Praise Jesus and pass the chocolate. FINALLY, a God that groks women.