soc_puppet | The Menstrual Cycle as a Hospitality Metaphor

So, about once a month, my uterus has to prepare this huge, decadent feast for a very important guest that's supposed to show up any day now. She* waits and waits and waits, and occasionally there's this one person who drifts through, but ultimately the important guest never shows. Finally, at around three or four weeks, she's informed that the important guest will not be arriving this month, but sent notice that they might be coming next month so she should be sure to prepare, just in case they do show up.

At this, my uterus is justifiably pissed off and spends the next five to seven days cleaning very aggressively and glaring at anything that crosses her path, spreading her misery around.

Rinse and repeat until menopause and/or I go on some sort of pill that RSVPs to let my uterus know there really isn't anyone coming.

* Mine is a "she", though there are also some that are masculine and/or non-binary/genderqueer.

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