Warning: My sometimes explicitly/personal material is not intended to offend, or to shock. It's just normal in sometimes abnormal circumstances. Frida Khalo painted her broken body naked. I'm not an artist but need expression, and my blood is broken. You can expect I should on occasion mention it's significance to me:
My period started one day late today - the only time in many years it might have had reason not to. I have every reason in the world to be relieved that it did, but I am not.
Some months my period is just a bodily function, an unnecessary habit of nature. Some months it's more or less of a curse, or taunting. Rarely it's a hindrance to anything.
This time it is just bleeeeeeeeeding. From every part of the rest of me, every compromised cell of the rest of me.
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Thanks for letting me know about Not In a Million Years. The bond between you two is amazing, like identical twins. M.
You can be "Sarah." I like that. Thank you for commenting. Yes, as different as our lives are she, and my brother, feel like twin bonds, with or without overt communication.
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