Lets talk about bloody cunts, or more specifically, my bloody cunt. It’s lovely and red and gooey right about now, and also, right about now, I have a sea sponge up it. It feels all cold and damp, (I have a feeling I didn’t get all the water out of it after I boiled it clean), and it wasn’t the easiest thing to get up there either as I haven’t used tampons in years, favouring the pad rather than the pellet. My womb was yelling at me as I pushed the little bugger up there, “Wrong way! I’m pushing things out not in”, it said, but I convinced it that the little sea sponge did indeed belong up there and so now I just have this comforting damp, cool sensation. It’s a very odd endeavor I can tell you…

For many, many years now I have felt very enraged at the notion of us Women having to pay for ’sanitary’ products once a month. I truly believe that cunt juice mopper uppers should be provided free by the government. Why should I have to shell out money for something that happens to me biologically once a month? You can bet that if men bled as well as us lucky cunts, mopper uppers would be free. But alas, they are not and so I have spent mucho mullah on pads and pellets for the entire blood embraced years of my life.

I mean, aside from the complete travesty of the fact that us Women give them men our money every month for something we do naturally, (imagine if men had to pay every time they had an erection), and all the politics that entails, I am on a real do it yourself kick and I want to be able to mop up my blood in a way that keeps it mine and sacred.

Now, I never, ever would have thought of using sea sponges had I not read Ms. Muscio’s Cunt book and consequentially come across the Blood Sisters site, so I want to give those wonderful Women mucho propo for the inspiration. However, I do have one bone of contention, neither of these sources talked about what size of sea sponge I should be trying to shove up me ol’ cunty. They gave wonderful directions on cleaning and storage and how house plants like to drink of the womb juice, but THEY DIDN’T MENTION SIZE.

Size, ladies, as we all know, does matter. It matters a lot…

Sea sponges come in lots of different shapes and sizes. Consequentially, stores sell them in different shapes and sizes. The one I bought was labeled a “bath sponge” and I looked at the little sea lover and I thought, hey, you could fit up my cunt easily. I am not sure if I am completely deranged or just overly confident about the capabilities of my cunt, but an approximately 5 x 5 inch sponge was not going up my cunt.

So, I cut it in half. Attached some dental floss as a safety measure for now I am convinced that the little sea sponge will mutate into a sea sponge sperm and journey up my cunt and attempt to enter my womb. It still wasn’t going up there. Now I am not sure if this is because I haven’t used tampons in years and so I just wasn’t used to something residing in my cunt whilst the menses wandered on out, so maybe tampon ladies could cope with that, but I couldn’t.

So I chopped again. I now have 4 little sea sponges ranging from 1.5 inches wide to 2 inches wide and about 2 inches long and I seem to be getting somewhere with these, because like I said, I have this wonderfully cool and soothing sensation as my oceanic friend drinks of my juices.

Maybe I am just very stupid, but I think that telling Women what size of sea sponge to buy might actually be a REALLY GOOD IDEA. Perhaps it is obvious to other Women what size to buy, but just in case it isn’t - go small ladies, go small.

Since this all happened about half an hour ago, I have no idea how much blood my little buddy can handle. All I know is that I can’t handle her bigger, so I may have to change her soon. Who freaking knows. I guess I will just shove my fingers down there every half an hour or so and see if they come back tinted with a rosy hue or not.

This is fun I tell you, so very much fun! I feel like running out onto the street and telling everyone that I have beat the system and that I have a sea sponge up me ol’ cunty, but I shall resist that temptation and just email all my Woman friends informing them of this update!

Ladies, it really does feel wonderful. I can’t get over how calm, cool, soothing and empowering this feels. And guess what? I won’t get over it, I shall ride this cunty cool feeling onwards into heaven…

May 27th, 2002 | Category: Gynocentric, Philadelphia | Subscribe to comments | Both comments and pings are currently closed