A conversation with a friend, who insisted on remaining anonymous. Because it’s a crass, awful conversation.
Cw: periods, blood, cisnormative language
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Me:
Oh yeah, you suggested something homeopathic for my wonky periods
Friend:
Holistic.
Me:
Oh sorry.
Friend:
No, I don’t care just be mindful cause if you say homeopathic to a doctor their eyes will cross. Homeopathic is making potions shit, some ‘cure your snake bite with the venom of the snake that bit you’ shit.
Me:
Are you saying I should fill a diva cup with the period blood of a younger, more nubile woman and shove it up in there?
Friend:
Pretty sure you have to drink it.
Me:
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—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2017 Melony Ppenosyne.
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