Anyone who has read my other blog will know that I love blogging about menstruation, and since this current bout is probably (or hopefully) my last, I feel like it needs to be mentioned in passing at least. A farewell salute to the expelling of blood and flesh from my nether regions. A fond farewell, I'm sure.
Oddly and in conjunction, I don't suppose you've read what the studies and anecdotes say about growth in that region, as it were, but I stand proudly before you to declare that it's all true. It's a bit disconcerting; I have to ride my bike slightly differently. How do you penis-bearers do it? I'm officially amazed.
My next shot is in two days, and boy do I ever need it. I'll leave you with an amusing passing story from this weekend: At a party, a drunk guy I'd never met told me he envied how clean-shaven I was. "How do you shave so close?!" he said. "That's amazing!" "I don't really..uh...grow facial hair," I replied. My new little pal Ben winked at me. I told Maia that that's really why I go to parties: I pass much better in double vision.
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