Listen, Sometimes I Just Wanna Drop Everything & Live Off Of Intentionally Obscure Art

listen, sometimes I just wanna drop everything & live off of intentionally obscure art

Not all women menstruate Not only women menstruate

This seems to cause some confusion still, so let me crack it open a little..

Girls & elderly women before puberty & after menopause. Trans women. Pregnant people. People with menstrual disorders. Genderfluid & intersex people, who may or may not be women. Trans men. People of non-binary genders. Agender people.

Only marketing period products to cis-women causes many to feel uncomfortable & left out, and buying them (we damn need them still) can cause dysphoria & even put people in danger (see 'hate crimes') No woman I've talked to actually likes the pretty-pink girlboss -aesthetic for these hygiene products anyway. So we plead: GENDER-NEUTRAL MENSTRUAL CARE <3

He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction.  We'd done good prepping.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him.  It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me.  I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.

Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs.  He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here.  I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.

Hey! Just finished tagging most of that stuff as 'poem', so ya can find it better. I took 'poetry' pretty liberally here, but I'm sure I still missed something.. BTW the next person to follow me will be the 200. so .. THANKS <3

//stay tuned for more convenience-tags

Remembering that time I wrote a bunch of cryptic shorts 'bout cannibalism.

We thought we were immortal.

We thought we couldn't be undone,

Not by anyone.

Least of all any man.