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    The Menstruation Project

    The Menstruation Poem Project

    A Poem by Benzo

    Cramps
    Are the first sign
    For a lover to take cover.
    When her friend is near,
    Always answer 'yes dear.'
    When a rubber breaks,
    Her friend indeed
    Is a friend of great need.

    A poem by HC

    The Twat's a magnificent creature
    All matted and covered with hair
    Once a month it looks like the scene from Carrie
    And smells like the arse of a bear

    I shot a tampon in the air
    Where it land I didn't care
    When I heard my wife grunt
    I knew it hit her on her elbow

    The Clot Heard 'Round the World
    by Vitriol

    There's a red river in each of the lands
    It flows o'er waters and right through the sands
    Wherever a woman is found or has been
    In every castle and every den
    In all of history in every place
    It has even, they say, flowed up there- in space
    Some claim it unclean, others a curse
    Mention it in public: you'd better be terse
    Despite all the myths and despite all the lies
    'bout this magic river that flows 'tween their thighs
    Most women say they would just rather not
    Acknowledge the river, the cycle, the clot
    Force it at your own peril.


    How to survive a Red Wedding
    by Fox and Emile
    (This poem confronts period shaming and stigma)


    Was going to shave my lawn, But the cramps are here.
    So unfair.
    These horrid pangs do unfix my hair.
    I don't care.
    Sometimes you ride the cycle, Sometimes it runs over thee.
    A dagger to my vagina and every noise appalls me.
    Don't push me when I'm on this mood swing.
    I use sanitary napkins that work, Don't need wings.
    The weeks hard journey makes my breasts really plump
    Sometimes my flow is light, Sometimes it has chunks.
    My fountain befouled fills my nose with great indignation
    Frustration!!
    Inside me is a fluffy tampon with a little string sticking out.
    The peasants won't go hungry, I grew them a beet sprout.
    Feeling " blah" maybe have a Ménage à moi.
    Fingers steeped in crimson tracing scarlet letters.
    Too icky and sticky, Won't make me feel much better.
    The crow has touched me and the Red King offers no pardon.
    Even the male snakes avoid Eve's vermilion garden.
    Shall I forsake my bloody femininity to appease your toxic masculinity?
    Knaves wielding lies that leave wounds unseen but scars that run deep
    I trample upon your trammels that impede my path, I will not be led like sheep.
    Let the blind cocks crow themselves hoarse, I follow my own set course.
    Do Blackguards find women such an enigma?
    Can a Queen of hearts decree an end to this stigma?
    Has all the fault that was in me now been eradicated??
    The fell purpose of the Patriarchal rules are outdated!
    Staying in bed.
    Maybe read the fine arts.
    I'm glad I don't get period farts.
    Nestled in my bed with girl flu.
    My she shed is feeling blue.
    Vivid dreams begin. Ann Rice for the win.
    The Vampire Lestat is eating in!!
    Nature’s mischief comes thick in the night.
    A breathy kiss, A tender bite.
    A pulsing wave, A tickly explosion.
    A fuzzy warmth, A pleasure implosion.
    He wipes his chin and looks up.
    Commends the ingredients of my poisoned cup.
    I wake up glowing. A tear in my eye.
    That was amazing dreamy sex, Did I cry?
    I check my new white sheets.
    Fingers crossed. No leaks.
    Lady Macbeth, Star of my period piece.
    You have quelled my issuance of wine.
    My multitudinous seas incarnadine.
    Hie thee hither, I now must dispose of thee.
    Out, you're drenched and no more use to me.
    My passage unguarded, Spongy officers bear the guilt.
    The tunnel fortifications need to be rebuilt.
    A new soldier free of the stains of war must guard my tenebrous hall.
    Bring me no more cramps. Let them fly away all.
    I go back to sleep and curl up into a little ball.
    My flower is in bloom and all is well.
    To any men who were offended by this poem
    Go to hell.



    #2
    How to survive a red wedding annotated


    Was going to shave my lawn, But the cramps are here.
    (She was going to trim her pubic hair but the cramps have begun)


    So unfair.
    (She thinks cramps suck)


    These horrid pangs do unfix my hair.
    (Her period gives her a bad hair day)


    I don't care.
    (She is so crampy that she does not care how her hair looks today)


    Sometimes you ride the cycle, Sometimes it runs over thee.
    (Sometimes her menstrual cycle is not too bad and she handles it easy, sometimes it hits hard and knocks her out for a few days)


    A dagger to my vagina and every noise appalls me.
    (The pain is stabbing. Any noise makes the cramps worse, silence is desired)


    Don't push me when I'm on this mood swing.
    (Don't fuck with her when she is on her period)


    I use sanitary napkins that work, Don't need wings.
    (She uses products that work well for her and she does not require gimmicks like tampons with "wings")


    The weeks hard journey makes my breasts really plump
    (Her breasts are slightly bigger due to increased estrogen)


    Sometimes my flow is light, Sometimes it has chunks.
    (Sometimes she has a light period and sometimes it's chunky looking sort of like thick tomato sauce)


    My fountain befouled fills my nose with great indignation
    (She finds the smell of her vagina unpleasant during her period)


    Frustration!!
    (She is annoyed with her period)


    Inside me is a fluffy tampon with a little string sticking out.
    (she has a cylindrical, absorbent tampon in her vagina, it has a string for easy removal)


    The peasants won't go hungry, I grew them a beet sprout.
    (She is using metaphor. The bloody tampon resembles the red bulb of the beet and the string represent a leaf. She is also likening her vagina to a garden that has produced vegetables and life. Peasants were poor farmers who usually were not able to grow enough food due to feudalism. Their families ended up starving under this system . The Landlord was not a just and merciful man. She though has produced food for them and they will not go hungry. Ok, she really did not mean all of that, but we thought it was funny)

    Feeling " blah" maybe have a Ménage à moi.
    (She feels lousy and maybe masturbating will make her feel better.)


    Fingers steeped in crimson tracing scarlet letters.
    (She uses a clever play on words to say she is masturbating, her fingers wet with blood as she rubs her clitoris. But there is another layer of meaning she wants to convey. The scarlet letter, red like her period, is meant to be a symbol of shame. The puritanical view that women were culturally inferior to men, that periods were reviled. Her sin was to be cursed with the "blood" That a woman would enjoy masturbating was shocking and scandalous. The contemptible culture that sees the biology of a women's body as gross and taboo must be dispelled)



    Too icky and sticky, Won't make me feel much better.
    (She does not like to masturbate during her period because she personally finds it gross. She thinks it won't make her feel much better anyway.


    The crow has touched me and the Red King offers no pardon.
    (The crow has touched me, India euphemism rooted in the practice of menstrual seclusion. She is impure and is not supposed to do certain things. Her bedroom is her sanctum and prison. The Red King, men who enforce these rules in some countries offer no forgiveness for breaking these antiquated dictums)


    Even the male snakes avoid Eve's vermilion garden.
    (Men snakes, men's dicks, even men with their raging libidos will usually not want to have sex when a women is on their period. She is highlighting how menstruation renders a women untouchable in many cultures. She highlights Eve, a women blamed for the downfall of man. But what was Adam doing in the garden, mansplaining his choice to also eat the apple and putting it all on her. Typical male.)


    Shall I forsake my bloody femininity to appease your toxic masculinity?

    (Shall see deny what makes her a woman, should she just keep her mouth shut to please a bunch of douche bag men)


    Knaves wielding lies that leave wounds unseen but scars that run deep
    (Fools who period shame and spread untruths inflict harm on women. Words may leave no physical wounds but the pain they cause is internalized and remains with a person like scars)


    I trample upon your trammels that impede my path, I will not be led like sheep.
    (Trammel: a restriction or impediment to someone's freedom of action. She walks over and crushes whatever restrictions and outdated rules you set up for her. She will not be a subservient sheep going along with whatever the mindless masses have deemed to be the proper behavior for a women is)


    Let the blind cocks crow themselves hoarse, I follow my own set course

    (Let the ignorant men (cocks) yell until they are out of breath because they will not tell her what to do)


    Do Blackguards find women such an enigma?
    (Blackguard: A person, particularly a man, who behaves in a dishonorable or contemptible way. Men are supposed to be so smart yet they are mystified by women)


    Can a Red Queen of hearts decree an end to this stigma?
    (Can a compassionate, woman queen end the shame of menstruation?)



    Has all the fault that was in me now been eradicated??
    (Are the regular natural changes that occurs in the female reproductive system to be judged as something dirty and defective? When her period ends will she be deemed clean again? Will she be able to rejoin society and not be stigmatized?)


    The fell purpose of the Patriarchal rules are outdated.
    (The cruel purpose of these menstrual rules made by men are outdated and silly)


    Staying in bed.
    (self explanatory)


    Maybe read the fine arts.
    (Maybe she will read some novels)


    I'm glad I don't get period farts.
    (She is happy she don't get gassy during her period)


    Nestled in my bed with girl flu.
    (Euphemism for her period)


    My she shed is feeling blue.
    (A she shed is a shed reserved specifically for the use of an adult woman, she uses this word for her vagina. Her vagina is feeling sad because it's that time of the month)


    Vivid dreams begin. Ann Rice for the win.
    (She falls asleep and has a vivid dream. Did she just read a novel by Ann Rice, maybe)


    The Vampire Lestat is eating in!!
    (Lestat de Lioncourt is a vampire in many of the Ann Rice novels. He is giving her oral sex)



    Nature’s mischief comes thick in the night.
    (Her flow is heavier at night, maybe this attracted the vampire)


    A breathy kiss, A tender bite.
    (He doing her real good)


    A pulsing wave, A tickly explosion.
    A fuzzy warmth, A pleasure implosion.
    (She has an orgasm)


    He wipes his chin and looks up.
    (He nasty)


    Commends the ingredients of my poisoned cup.
    (The vampire compliments her on the taste of her period. Poisoned cup, her menstruating vagina)


    I wake up glowing. A tear in my eye.
    (She enjoyed that dream, made her glow)


    That was amazing dreamy sex, Did I cry?
    (It was so good she teared up)


    I check my new white sheets.
    (self explanatory)


    Fingers crossed. No leaks.
    (She is glad her tampon did not leak and mess up her sheets)


    Lady Macbeth, Star of my period piece.
    (She refers to her tampon as the Bloody Lady Macbeth the star of her menstrual cycle)


    You have quelled my issuance of wine.
    (The tampon has done its job and stopped her flow of blood from getting on her panties or sheets. Red wine is inferred)


    My multitudinous seas incarnadine.
    (Incarnadine:a bright crimson or pinkish-red color. She is saying her flow was so great that it could change the seas from blue to red)


    Hie thee hither, I now must dispose of thee.
    (Her tampon is dirty and needs to be thrown in the trash)


    Out, you're drenched and no more use to me.
    (Her tampon is used up and no more use to her)


    My passage unguarded, Spongy officers bear the guilt.
    (Her vagina is now no longer protected by a tampon, if she had gotten any leaks the tampon was to blame. A sea sponge tampon is a natural resource used for personal care from ancient time to the present)



    The tunnel fortifications need to be rebuilt.
    (She needs to put in a new tampon)


    A new soldier free of the stains of war must guard my tenebrous hall
    (A clean tampon is in place to guard her vagina)


    Bring me no more cramps. Let them fly away all.
    (She wants all the cramps to begone.)


    I go back to sleep and curl up into a little ball.
    (self explanatory)


    My flower is in bloom and all is well.
    (She is having her period and it's nothing to be ashamed of)


    To any men who were offended by this poem
    Go to hell.
    (If any man got his dick all in a scrunch after reading this poem, Fuck off!)

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      #3
      It will take some time for Cunty to beat that word count

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        #4
        Originally posted by Regan MacNeil View Post
        It will take some time for Cunty to beat that word count
        Not if we accept that a picture is worth a thousand words and that videos are effectively a bunch of pictures shown in quick succession.

        Here's 2375 of them, along with the delicate sounds of corpses getting ground to meal by a few associates of mine from Northcote.



        Nuts to your word count.

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