Monday, May 12, 2014

fill thy cup!


I first encountered menstrual cups while working at a summer camp.  Then in college.

It seemed everywhere I went, I met young women like myself who were making the switch to menstrual cups as an alternative to tampons or pads.

I'm sure that you've heard the horror stories about tampons: that they cause Toxic Shock Syndrome, that they cause micro tears in the vagina which not only leads to infection but also tss and other nasties.  They also are bleached! From anyone who has heard the stories about kids getting drunk off of vodka-soaked tampons... you should know that the body really soaks chemicals up in these areas.  Yes, tampons are made that do not have environmentally unfriendly applicators and bleach and chemicals in them... but still, the risk of Toxic Shock System and a world filled with bloody tampons is real. 

While reuseable pads are a great idea, I just am not keen on pads to begin with.  Aside from the fact that they feel terrible, pads just aren't fun.  I remember in eighth grade we went to a water park and my friend would not go down any of the rides with us.  When I asked her why, she said it was because she had a pad on.  I told her that she could borrow a tampon from me, but she refused.

to each her own! I wasn't going to force it, but the idea of not being able to do things because I am bleeding sucks. 

But tampons, themselves, are gross.  I remember our cats used to get into the trash when we were teenagers in order to snag these bloody treasures and carry them around the house. My mother being legally blind and the kids at school and after-school activities... my father and uncle were usually the ones to find the spoils of their trash crusades. Ick. They pile up in the trash, they smell, etc... they just aren't nice.

Then, after years of waiting, I finally got a cup.  The KEEPER.





 
I love it  now, but at first I hated it.  Here's why:
The Pain! THE HORROR!

I got my first cup while on my period.  I tried to insert it while out, in a public bathroom.  The fold that they show you how to use in the directions is the "C Fold", which is exactly how it sounds.  I looked at it, and my vagina withered.  I was like "I know, vag, it looks terrible. But you can do it! I believe in you!"

It didn't do it.

I tried to insert the Keeper in the C fold method, and my vagina was like "nope nope NOPE" and basically tensed up with the cup halfway in.  This was a problem, as one half of the lip was inside of me and the other half was outside.  Now, what a cup is meant to do is vacuum to the inside of you and collect all of your blood.  Sooooo... what the cup did in this position was try to open up in the tiny opening of my vagina (as opposed to the stretchy inside) and it did so... and also suctioned to my labia. 

the result was me going "OUCH!" inside of the target bathroom
(For the record, you can't buy them at target, that was just where I was at the time...)

Don't Get Scared. Youtube that shit.
needless to say, I was discouraged and actually pissed that I spent so much money on a cup and I couldn't even get it in. 

but I didn't give up, and I am so glad I didn't. 


I went on youtube and watched multiple videos on how to insert and love your menstrual cup.  What I found is the following:

1. Always use the punchdown method.  I don't even know why they recommend the c fold for first time users.  The punchdown method makes it really hard for the cup to open up before it is inside of you, and it also makes it so that it is the size of a tampon... much easier to get in!

2. Don't believe people who say that you only have to change it once a day.  It might be for you that your period is very light and this might be the case.  However, for me, it is not the case... and I absolutely ruined a pair of underwear the first time I wore my cup for more than a few hours on one of my heavy days.  The great thing about the cup is you will learn what your cycles are like... but until you do, be on the safe side and change it every few hours like a tampon on your heavy days.

3. It can be messy. A lot of people explain putting it in and taking it out like it is no big deal.  Sometimes it can be.  Always make sure you are over a toilet when you are taking it out. If you are squeamish about making noise, don't do it in a public toilet... because there is some noise.  And if you are freaked out by blood DO NOT use a cup... because you will pass out.

4. Don't clip the tip if you can help it.  People say it helps to do this, but it can be really painful.  The tip is rounded and soft, and when you cut it you get sharper edges.  I had to sandpaper mine when I did that. 

5. Everyone's experience is different because all vaginas are different! While what I am saying may help some people, it may not help others.  Your best bet is to do the research and don't give up!


A menstrual cup is an investment.  It costs anywhere from $10 online to $40 in health food stores.  But once you get into it, you really like it.  It is a relief to not have to spend $5 a month on tampons... and the keeper is around whenever I need it!

Overall, I think a cup is worth it.  give it a go!


And for those who want more info on what the Keeper looks like, sounds like, feels like, how to do the punch down, etc., check out this vlog post:
check out parts 1 & 2 for the full rundown!

-D



Friday, May 9, 2014

On Emily Letts, Loving Babies and Advocating Choice

Introduction

Yesterday I was called a baby murderer because I defended Emily Letts. 

First of all, this is just absolutely silly. Anyone who knows me knows that I literally squeal when I see cute things like babies and puppies. (I am using literally correctly here, I am an English Major). It is especially bad in Boise because there are all of those things plus baby geese and ducks. My boyfriend gets so uncomfortable when I am around babies that he actually tries to avert my attention from them. I have to remind him that I so desperately do not want one myself that my ovaries are just trying to make up for it by admiring already existing babies.  So to be called a baby murderer was less of an insult and more of a realization of how much I hate the facebook "friend" system. What I did to to get this name was simply ask someone to reconsider calling all women who have abortions monsters.

For those who have somehow missed the internet uproar of Emily Letts, I will recap.  Emily Letts is an Abortion Doula who filmed her face when she got her procedure. Abortion Doulas are people who are paid to help women through abortions specifically, but also through the pain of miscarrying or having a stillbirth. I will be the first to admit that when I read that she conceived because she made the conscious point not to be on birth control, I facepalmed.  I will get back to this, but what redeemed this for me was that she admitted it was stupid and irresponsible and she got an IUD right after her abortion procedure. 

On Doulas

Doulas are AMAZING people.  The fact that women know so little about what their own body is capable of is actually appalling to me. Having people around who can teach about the birth process, about knowing your own body and its cycles, and coach women through natural labor is just fantastic. I knew that there were pregnancy and labor doulas, but I had no idea that there were abortion doulas. What is equally amazing to me is that some doulas are both pregnancy and abortion focused. A lot of westernized medicine focuses only on the afterproduct of the pregnancy: the baby.  "How to keep your baby healthy" or "What not to do when you are pregnant".  What these things do is leave out the fact that the pregnancy is not the most important part of being pregnant: it is the woman.  Without the woman (I am leaving out test tube babies here) there is no birth.  It is so important to keep the pregnant woman healthy and happy! She is not an incubating vessel or a petri dish... she is a living person, and people who are anti-choice so often forget that. What this wide spectrum of doulas shows me is that people who really understand women and pregnancy also understand life aside from the fetus.

In this way, I was really shocked and kind of annoyed that Emily Letts decided to not follow her own advice and at least carry a condom around. A $5 box of condoms is a lot cheaper than an abortion. But she's a human. She said that. And she learned from her mistake.


On What Makes a BabyI babysit a lot. I love babies.
When I see a baby on the street, I say "OOOOOOOO A BAYYYYYBEEEEEE!!!!" (In a squeal, which, again, makes my boyfriend uncomfortable)

What I do not say is "look at that adorable fetus".
because... there is a difference.

I am not making the argument that a pregnancy cannot be incredibly special to a woman who has conceived, nor am I making an argument for when a fetus is alive... I don't know that.  What I am saying is fetus = still in the womb.  And for some women, a fetus in the early stages of pregnancy does not equal a baby.  This includes myself.

I've had this conversation over and over again with my mom, in that she is pro-choice but she would never get an abortion. To her, as soon as she realizes she is pregnant that fetus is important to her and she wants it to grow.  I support that so much.  But what my mom also realizes is that pregnancy isn't like that for all women because it is a personal experience. 

I have had friends that have become pregnant and been joyful about it.  I am happy for them.  Their joy and enthusiasm will no doubt raise a beautiful person.  However, I have also had friends who have had abortions. Though some are more scared about the backlash from people who know them, others are just wracked with guilt.  This gets me to my next point.

On Guilt (Sorry Mom!)



I say sorry mom because I am about to talk about sex.

She is a good mom and knows that I am an adult and doesn't deny that I partake in adult past times.  She is also a good mom because she taught me that condoms, the pill, IUD's, etc are better birth control than abstinence.  Because, let's face it, people fuck no matter how much you tell them not to. 

The same people who called me a babykiller also said that I "should not have sex until I am ready to have babies".  At first, I was infuriated.  I wanted to ask them if that included all the times I slept with women (because I obviously am not getting a baby that way). Probably it didn't, but that's getting me sent to hell for a different reason.  I wanted to ask them if that meant that I couldn't have sex for the rest of my life because I never want babies (of my own... I want to be an auntie like none other, though). 

But instead I just said "That kind of 'birth control' is what causes unwanted pregnancies".

Birth control isn't infallible. Every time I have intercourse with a man I use protection  (you should use it with girls, too...).  And at least once a month I have a little twinge of worry if I'm not on time.  The pill is super effective, but there is still a chance of getting pregnant while on it! So when I was coming upon the end of my first package and my body was a few days overdue, I half-panicked.  I knew that sometimes your body just needs a little time to get used to the hormones.  Luckily, and painfully (as it has been since the age of 13) I realized a few days later that I was not pregnant. 

But if I did end up being pregnant, I would have gotten an abortion, and I would have felt little to no guilt about it.  I say this because GUILT is not the word I felt when I was, for a few days, researching the abortion process.  I felt terror, and I felt sadness. But this was not because I felt like I would have to "end a life".

In Idaho, a woman must legally go through state (Republican) funded "abortion counseling" and wait a full 24 hours before receiving one. This process is both misinformative and emotionally scarring... and people judge you.  I was terrified that if I got pregnant and had to have an abortion, I would not only have to go to the counseling alone, but somehow scrounge up the money (because that sure as heck isn't covered by insurance in this conservative state) to get it and go through the process by myself. 

Luckily, Idaho also has Planned Parenthood.  I talked to this super nice guy about the pill, and he reassured me that I probably was fine and that if I wasn't I should call them back to talk about my options.  It was fine... my body was just lollygagging. But I am sure that for many Idahoan women the "other options" is a terrifying step.  And the thing that I liked about Emily Witts' interview in Cosmo was that she talked about women who weren't guilty about the procedure, but were guilty about not having guilt. 

What I am begging you, those who are pro-choice, to do is change your rhetoric in addressing abortion.  Women shouldn't be obligated to feel guilty about making a choice that is right for them at the time.  Not every woman thinks that a fetus is a baby.  Not every woman sees a baby as a miracle, and not every woman should be forced to be a mother if she doesn't want to.  Abortions are not procedures people get for fun.  They can be incredibly scarring, especially if a woman really wants the child but does not want to carry it for 9 months and give it up to a fucked up adoption system where it most likely will encounter some form of neglect.  It is a choice that a woman usually spends a lot of time on, and to assume that she is obligated to feel some sort of guilt neglects the fact that the woman probably knows what is best for herself at that time. 





On loving thyselfI think that a lot of different steps can be taken to help women understand their bodies.

1) Teaching kids about genitals and the body.  Not just how to wash them, but what happens for instance when you put your genitals in the opposite genitals... etc.

people are way too prudish with their kids. My teacher was telling us the other day that his ex-wife had to explain to their son what a hymen was because of a poem he read.  (PS... the popping the cherry myth is something else that makes me furious) I was surprised at how many people were shocked at that.  OMG A HYMEN. SOMETHING THAT GIRLS SOMETIMES HAVE.

 My mom taught me about pregnancy at a youngish age, so I was afraid of penises for a very long time. Sometimes, I still check under the bed for them before I go to sleep.  No babies yet!

2) Stop teaching kids abstinence only.  If you tell them no they only want to do it more. 

If you tell them "hey, you could get this weird parasitic thing growing inside of you for 9 months that essentially bursts forth from your vagina if you don't use condoms " then chances are THEY WILL PROBABLY USE CONDOMS. 

3) Don't be Afraid of Your Body!

I remember back when I used tampons my friend asked me for one and I gave her a no-applicator one (the only kind I used).  She looked at it, at me, and said "But... how do you... oh never mind. I'll figure it out". 

Now people get freaked out that I use a menstrual cup! they're like "wait... but that means you have to stick your hands in..."
Yeah, I do.  Get over it.  And because I do I know what each day of my cycle is like and what my insides are like... so when I feel or see something wrong I get it looked at.  It's actually pretty helpful. 

4) Don't be Afraid to Not Have Sex

Not going to lie, I waited much later than I think like... 95% of my friends did. I was 19. I was a sophomore in college.  And that was with a girl, so there was no pregnancy scare.  I do not regret it... I had no idea what I was missing.  And to be honest, sometimes it is a pain when you just want to sleep in or read a book in bed and there's someone's boner sticking into your back. The number of times I have said no to morning sex is more than one would think, but that's what shows you you're with a good partner - if you say no and they just let it be.  Or if they can tell you're not into it and they don't put up a fuss. 

Have good, consensual, protected sex on your own terms.  Have it when you are ready to have it, not for when you are ready to have a baby.



And be aware that your body is a crazy thing... and if your body does something unexpected you are not alone. 




 

Saturday, August 24, 2013

One love poem for CP

One love poem for CP


I must be afraid of alleyways
I must/be afraid of my own shadow

A cat began to follow me
          down in the darker side
          of the city
I stopped in my shadow to feed it
                some kindness.



I never fall/ in love
            with poets.
             They are cats with sharp
             aspects. They
                            follow into your
                            shadow.



I must be afraid of strangers-
                                           They will find me out someday.


I do not write love poems
              overtly/anymore
                         it is hard to descripe to someone
                         who is not a simpleton but
who does not                love
                 words.


My greatest fear had become
      someone like       you
      discovering exactly who
      I am
                          but


Here is a secret-
         I have broken wings. 

Here is an-other, let me
         explain to you:
a love poem is
that you let me sleep
on your tattooed chest and
                                     not
                                     explain
what a love poem is to you.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Treasure Valley

Despite what this poem might suggest, I am not finding Boise to be a Hell.  It is very nice, despite the fact that I guess it is a desert... surpriiiise!  And people are friendly and helpful... and the new faces and people I talk to are a welcome treat.


Merely what this poem would suggest revolves around my descent to the other side of the country, leaving behind this state of me that was the happiest I had been in a while. It was incredibly other-worldy.  So, here we go.


Treasure Valley


All the boys who/
        fucked and left me
        turned back
before I           left/ as if
    they knew it would send me to hell
    with all the ghost touches/ and poets
                who
                fall in heavy, one-
                sided        love. 




{It is evening.  I have taken in the day’s cat-calls, the evaporation, the smoke.  I am
                                    gathering darkness}




When
The Urbanites call me intellectual
    I become drunk on my father’s beer/ and
    lips turn to
        fuzzy concepts.





To wake here,
perpetually/ is
    a vision of one beautiful mouth
    vanishing.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Tentacled Creature

It's really nice to just open your eyes and see things that you know other people might not see. 

Set the scene:

(enter stranger, a girl dressed in shades of purple with purple hair.  she smells of patchouli and couchsurfing, is carrying a beat up 5 year old macbook under her arm.  She appears intimidated by the fact that she is in a STARBUCKS in Freeport, and probably wishing to avoid ridicule she quietly orders a grande soy vanilla latte.  completes two answers on the public crosswords while she waits.  reads her horoscope with a smile *Taurus is supposed to not be scared of ambiguity or reluctance, does this fit with her profile?* and retreats to a corner window).  

Purple Girl: (aside) I wonder if all of these rich preppy folk ever sit here, look out the window at the brick wall and bench facing and appreciate the fading chalk pictures or just how cute the area is?  There is a little chalk creature poking his tentacles out at me, another gasping, another smiling.  It's nice, I appreciate the ambiguity.  interpret it as belonging to me.


Barista: Venti Machilattelocaloco

Girl at adjacent table: like like like.





migratory creatures

In Mill-Town
concrete
is king         but
crackles upward
at a shimmer of
Canadian geese
perpetually
southbound.

or north.

and though pavement
will always be be-
neath me
I have known
the language
of the people of the
 parched
cracks.       of

of those so
charged by
the shadows
of birds.

understood
how the real
becomes attached

to migratory
creatures.

Monday, April 8, 2013

As are many bitter sentiments....

I've lately been dwelling on songs that I scream out loud when I am in my car and crying. 
I have a pretty good list, but the top five are probably:

1) Long Flight - Future Islands
2) Before the Bridge- Future Islands
3) Drive in Saturday- David Bowie
5) Oh Sweet Nothin' - The Velvet Underground
4) Truce - The Dresden Dolls

(hehe, the typo is incidental, but I like it.)

Today, it's been a lot of #1&#2, but I've also been digging "First Orgasm" by the Dresden Dolls.
and this poem was inspired by it.







First Orgasm

Notsafeforwork as     are
                        many bitter sentiments.
                        when you leave
                        for a piss

                        I make myself come
           
            thinking about how fragile our
muscles become
when we

migrate.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Another Spring Poem

I realize it has been a while.

It's been a busy time trying to figure out my summer plans, just how the hell I am going to move out to Idaho, and personal life.
However, I have still been writing!



But I did some spring cleaning of my blog, and wrote some spring poems.


But here's one, actually, about some rain.


Covenants

When the rain fell
great trees cleaved themselves

apart and assembled
an ark, two by two

the LORD’s great toy boat
that housed pairs of all the
green or unspeaking things
without free will.

but feathered, black and
white one
dove and one raven
set forth from Noah’s finger
on a quest they were told
to find
land.

And we never heard what happened to that Raven, tho’

They have a fondness to tempt
their fate, play chicken with cars
and hear them wondering about the free will
clanking around our ankles

and dodging
precipitation.