An Ode To Period Sex

Period sex.

What's the first thing it conjures up? Dirty, gross, painful, embarrassing even. A lot of hangups that are arguably pretty common. I mean hell, these are pretty widespread feelings about non period sex. Depressing as it sounds. Articles on the internet give a lot of tips, google search results brings a lot of hits, blog posts are written, internet arguments abound. It's a hot topic to some.

But for others, it's not so much an issue. For most women, every month for several days (A week even!), blood comes out of her vagina. It's a good thing, it means no babies, healthy uterus, appropriate weight etc. It also means shes a women. And when you possess a uterus, blood comes out of it (of course, you don't have to be a woman to have a uterus, but perhaps a large majority of uterus holders identify as women) and for all intents and purposes, blood from the uterus is safe for those who are std free. It can be ingested without ill effects, it has no smell (the odors are from the oxygen and bacteria reaction that occurs when the blood hits the air, or cotton pads/tampons/underwear), in fact, it really doesn't even taste that offensive. It's just another thing that comes out of you.

There's plenty of benefits too: Orgasms decrease cramps, can speed up the cycle (contractions can force blood out), can act as good lubricant, lower chance of pregnancy, more days of the month to get freaky, a greater acceptance of your body...

And plus, it feels really awesome. But in a totally different way, like I can't really explain it. It's like, warm and deep feeling. Your cervix sits a little lower so it's very full feeling. You feel a lot more emotional, and raw. It's less emphasis on orgasm and more about fully enveloping the sensations, and getting as close to that person as possible.

And obviously I don't just mean penetrative sex, for which I'm certainly no expert. But I've definitely fooled around on my period back when I was younger. I was embarrassed, but sheer horniness helped me to overcome. Although often it was some over the panties action or on the last few drops of the cycle. Now at this point, I have it on the full days. I've broken all the period rules. Girl on top, heavy flow days, oral sex. it's definitely much different than the other days. But I'm glad I do it. It makes me feel less ashamed of my body, ever so slowly, and that's invaluable to me.

Of course, a nice sexy shower afterwards is a plus. Guys who like period sex are the best. 

I'm a Sad Person

I just posted an add for friendship on Craigslist. Fuck I'm lonely.

Dry Spell Over

I had issues with penetration again, and I got really scared. It happened a couple times. Things felt dry and tight. I thought I was going back to square one. I couldn't get a finger in again. I felt a ton of anxiety about it.

But then my sweet boyfriend and I worked through it again, and had some amazing sex. Amazing. Missionary still provokes way too much anxiety for me. So we don't do that. But we still get pretty far, and do it pretty hard, and no pain!

Summary: Had issues, but then everything is back to normal. The secret is lots of foreplay, go slowly, sometimes laying completely still and getting your body to adjust, communication, cuddling (before during and after) and then some all out fucking! Then don't overdo it.

Angry Post

I ran into my two serious exes the other day, as well as this guy I messed around with a few times. It was really stressful. They all looked really attractive, but they were sad pathetic people. It made me very angry. How dare you sound so pathetic, when you have so fucking much. How dare you look at me like that! You could have had it, but you didn't want it. You couldn't give me the support I need, you didn't want to commit, you couldn't be loyal or faithful or honest. Don't you fucking dare look at me like that. I withdrew from the community so I could have my space, whereas you all could have flourished. But you didn't. You sat around feeling sorry for yourself and then got all excited when you saw me coming back giving me the fuck me eyes and smiling all sweetly. Fuck off. So you know what? I'm going out again, and I'm going to look as good as I can and sound as good as I can and you can all kiss my round ass as I walk out the door.

I had the most amazing experience

I had seriously the most amazing sex ever last night. For many hours. We tried literally everything there is to try. And it all felt AMAZING. All of it. I feel like a warm fuzzy blanket of love and sexual energy. I'm realizing things I find interesting, letting my guard down, being a human being again. And he's is absolutely loving all of it. So he whispered in my ear for what felt like an eternity last night.

To say that I had good sex doesn't even begin to describe what happened to me last night. Waking up at the crack of dawn, fucking again, and realizing it was time to go to work. I walked outside to hear the otherworldly sounds of a bunch of Blue jays and Crows circling overhead. And I wondered whether I was dreaming-- floating along in a sea of perfect experiences, boundary pushing, barrier breaking, raw, passionate love.

Now I can't stop smiling.

Out With The Old

As referenced in the previous posts. All my exes left shit at my house and it made me sad. That stuff is gone now. It's time to rebuild. And I feel good, and tranquil and free of angst. I don't hate them. I love them, but in that abstract way. Where I want to help them in a genuine and good hearted manner. Not for dating or sex. But out of respect for the great partnership we had. We created something amazing, and now it's time to take it down and resurrect a new monument.

Cowgirl, missionary and thoughts of love

I had sex a lot more times now. Embarrassingly enough, I still can't really figure out how to get the penis in me by myself. But my partner is happy to oblige me in the meantime. I still get nervous and tense up. In missionary my arms and legs naturally push up and away. Its like some kind of knee jerk reaction trying to the push the person off of me. It's kind of annoying, but since I clearly want it, it isn't terribly inconvenient to subdue me or ignore it. He always waits very patiently for me to say I'm ready. And I take a deep breath and he encourages me and he slides in very slowly. It feels good but it's still really scary.

I am really just so fucking excited, I barely have any words to describe it. He is too. We are really excited to have sex. To make love. And I feel good because I know I was right in waiting all these years. I worked hard with the dilators, and therapy, and reading books, and doing CBT. And then I found an amazing boyfriend that really helped to push me over that last gate and into the land of sexual freedom. And it's great. We had our first innocent I love yous.

As always, moving forward and to the best self I can be. I am very proud.

More importantly, I can't wait to fuck some more.