Mike Hunt

I might be

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 14:13:00 -0500

the only girl who wishes for her period to come.

I don’t mean in that “I might be pregnant way”. I just know that it’s been so long that when it does decide to grace me with it’s presence, it will be crotchpocalypse.

And speaking of talking to your god damn doctor

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 13:04:00 -0500

I haven’t seen mine since she dumped my follow up on the surgeon who did my D&C.

I have to find a new gynecologist and I’m going to have to put this whole fucking show on all over again. More blood tests and ultrasounds, because they all have to see for themselves. I’ll have to repeat rape, a history of drug abuse and my sexual history, all three categories I just am exhausted by.

I’m so tired.

I am astounded at how many women freak out and assume they have fibroids or snatch cancer when they...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 12:55:05 -0500

I am astounded at how many women freak out and assume they have fibroids or snatch cancer when they bleed for more than ten minutes, and I want to take them by the hand and tell them to GO TO THEIR FUCKING DOCTOR BECAUSE THAT IS HOW YOU FIND SHIT LIKE THAT OUT.

It’s not rocket science, guys.

my life

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 17:41:21 -0500

my life

This bitch.

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 09:14:02 -0500

Who’s wearing a white sweater to her boyfriend’s family Christmas gathering on the worst day of her period?

Balls.

My bath water is red

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 16:39:58 -0500

This is fascinating.

Photo

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 16:39:19 -0500

I feel like this bears repeating.

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 15:35:13 -0500

I feel like this bears repeating.

I am not a doctor

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 15:33:12 -0500

And likely, none of you are either, and yet here I am, about to ask.

How much blood is too much?

I know if I call my doctor, her nurse will answer and she will say “How many pads are you bleeding through?” and I will have to say, again, that I do not use pads, but one ultra size tampon every 2 hours, which is 18 grams. She will then ask “Well, ok, so how many pads is that?”. This is when I get frustrated because I went to fucking art school, I don’t know, why don’t you? YOU’RE A GYNECOLOGISTS NURSE, YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS SHIT. My anxiety flares up, there is a fifty fifty chance of uncontrollable crying. After 10 minutes of this bullshit, she tells me there is no way for her to know over the phone and that I might just be having a really heavy period (YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING ME, IS THAT WHAT IS WRONG?) and should get a heating pad, some motrin and make sure to keep taking my iron supplements.

I’m not sure if I’m being a dipshit or my doctor thinks I am overreacting. I feel like she rolls her eyes every time she hears I’m in her exam room. I want to be taken seriously and I’m not getting the medical care that I need if I think about walking into oncoming traffic every time I have my period. (I wish I was exaggerating.)

There is just a lot of fucking blood. It’s been 12 hours since it started and I feel god damn drunk.

aaaaaaaaaaasssdfghjkllllll

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 14:01:21 -0500

MY CUNT HURTS

MY UTERUS HURTS

IT HURTS

IT FUCKING HURTS

I WANT IT GONE
OUT OF MY BODY

A world of hurt started yesterday and I’m already bleeding through ultras every 2 hours. You know how when you’re really sick and you cough and pee yourself? I have bronchitis and instead of pee there is a bloodbath everywhere I sit.

Seriously, I coughed so hard my tampon shot out of my vagina.

afgfawhrgrsf

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:33:12 -0500

I don’t know what is brewing in downtown snatch city, but my uterus feels full and achy, my tits hurt and there is an awkward perma-discharge of normal, clear fluid. Not sticky. Not chunky. Not colored. It’s like it’s bleeding plasma. I cry at the dumbest shit. Cat rolled off the couch in his sleep. Woke up and hissed at the cushion. I bawled.

What the fuck am I bawling at, he is the dipshit that rolled off the couch!

I don’t know what to do but I am pretty fucking hormonal and if I try to call my doctor there is an 80% chance I will go apeshit on her for suggesting motrin and a hot compress. For putting me back on another type of birth control, especially after telling me that the Nuvaring was my only option. For telling me to lose more weight. I lost 30lbs, I think she’s just being judgemental because I am honest when I tell her I don’t have much time for actual exercise. I work 10 hours a god damn day.

I have one year of insurance left before I have to leave my Mother’s fucking amazing insurance. I will be 26 in a year and I can’t afford insurance. I don’t qualify for medicaid. This is my last stop and I don’t have the time to go through the two year long trial of finding a new doctor. It took me this long to “prove” that I wasn’t LYING about the severity of my period. I don’t even know what I’m writing for, but I need an outlet and this is it, I guess.

It’s not interesting or terribly disgusting. I’m not good shock value. Just a mess.

I can’t even post here without being reminded that my vagina is fucking broken and I...

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 21:10:05 -0500

I can’t even post here without being reminded that my vagina is fucking broken and I can’t bear any children and there is no medical explanation why. Hormones are raging. I just cried at a fucking Glee episode.

You know your cramps are bad when

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 19:20:00 -0500

You want to break your three years of SOBRIETY from fucking NARCOTICS, score some shit from the sketch hobo who sells it pretty loudly downtown, crawl into the tub and lie there until you cant feel your god damn uterus any longer.

This is my first real period after the D&C.

I worked really hard to stay clean for 3 years but I cant even bring myself to go to a meeting because I hurt, I want to die, and DRUGS WOULD MAKE ME FEEL GREAT AND I HATE THAT.

I don’t even mean I want to die in that joking, ha ha, I’m in pain and this sucks kind of way. I can’t keep going through this anymore. I’m about to be that girl who was petitioned because she tried to kill herself because her fucking period was too intense for life.

How the fuck am I going to explain that to work?

I have to pee

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 20:37:03 -0400

But I don’t need to change my tampon.

On another note

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 01:17:34 -0400

I always end up on Reddit in the early hours and it always leaves me irritated. I saw a thread earlier by a girl in her early 20’s who had slept with 22 people. Big deal, right?

She was asking if that was a disqualifying number. (What the actual fuck?)

What got me was that A LOT of men said yes, that is a disqualifying number, you are now ineligible for dating. Reasons listed: Obviously doesn’t value sex, intimidating, might not be patient with someone with less experience, must have daddy issues, must be a cheater with a sex problem who will always be tempted because casual sex is WRONG.

The poor girl stated that she was tested often and is not only STD/STI free, never had a birth control problem or pregnancy scare and always used protection.

I can’t make the connection between multiple sex partners and not valuing sex. I don’t get it. A one night stand and making love, at it’s core, are the same thing. I’d say she has a pretty healthy respect and is putting a high value on sex by being responsible. If you are in a relationship and you have to stop and think that because there were 22 dicks in that snatch before yours, obviously you’re just another notch in her belt, then you get everything you deserve out of that relationship.

I’m not sure if this is a butthurt rant because I’ve been with a similar number of people and feel personally attacked because of something someone said to someone else anonymously on the internet, or if I am legitimately baffled by this. Just being honest.

When I say no, I mean it. I also mean it when I say you cannot have a bite of my sandwich.

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 20:26:00 -0400

Things I am not ever trying to say:

If you dress like a slut, you will be raped
If you get drunk, you will be raped
If you go anywhere alone, you will be raped
Everyone should expect to encounter some kind of sexual assault because of statistics

I reblog a lot of the things I do because of this. Because I was asked what I was wearing after I was raped. Because a friend of mine has no sympathy for girls who get way too drunk at a party and get assaulted, who thinks it’s their fault for drinking too much.

Not to be flippant about it, but I am of the opinion that no means no, and that no matter how close you might be to someone else, consent must be received. Even for butt grabbing, finger poking, excessive hugging, massaging. I elbowed someone in the face because of a surprise massage.

Boundaries and The Penis Incident

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 20:13:34 -0400

explodedsoda:

So before I write up my official PAX Prime blogpost I wanted to touch on this, because it happened and I want to talk about it and people need to know that shit like this happens, but I don’t want the bad feels tainting the rest of the awesomeness that was PAX.

Around the end of the (amazing) Minecraft party, my feet were tired, I was tired and I had been drinking and dancing for nearly 6 hours straight. I found myself a secluded and empty couch in the VIP section so that I could drink my rum and Coke in peace, rest, people watch and catch up on Internety things on my phone.

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{UnWinona}: I debated whether or not to share this story.

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 20:45:10 -0400

{UnWinona}: I debated whether or not to share this story.:

unwinona:

And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in everyday life….

My vagina isn't the only broken piece of shit I own

Mon, 03 Sep 2012 16:36:52 -0400

Because having a fucked reproductive system wasn’t enough for the big wizard in the sky, I also have adult asthma. I spent the last week wheezing and getting accustomed to breathing in ways that wouldn’t make me cough til I turned purple because I couldn’t afford my inhalers until today. It feels so fucking good to breathe again.

My post op doctor told me to detox off of birth control. No more ring toss. The next six months will either be completely uneventful or world war 3.

I’d like for just one month, to feel alright. Not even great, I won’t ask for that much. I just want to wake up and be like, “yeah, okay, I can handle today”. I’d like to be able to spend my paychecks on something other than making sure I can stay alive for the next two weeks. I’m sick of prescriptions that take up one half of my take home pay, and doctors appointments that take up the other half.

The Question

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 11:07:30 -0400

ispinworlds:

possibly triggery, so trigger warning for sexual assault?

good links about the difference between men and women when it comes to rape culture: the original essay is here (it’s about proto-rapists and the insidiousness of rape culture and it is fantastic), but this anecdote in the comments section stood out for me:

Not surprisingly, I have a story? It’s pretty long, and I’m sorry.

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