Perfect Punctuation. Period.

I have exciting news!

Many of you readers may remember me talking about my life with birth control; how I was on this progesterone-only pill that kept me from having a period for over a year. And how when my relationship ended I quickly quit taking the pill, because, fuck hormones, ya know!

But still, it had been months. Like three months and I was starting to freak out. Watching one episode of “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant,” really didn’t help. Every time I got gas I thought maybe it was a baby growing in there. And I was worried because I drink so much that if there were a baby in there it would come looking super retarded—not to mention the Maury—Who’s Your-Baby-Daddy—like scene that could have ensued directly after pooping it out into a toilet.

(deep breath)

So, needless to say, I am thrilled to announce the arrival of my period!!!!!!!

I have never in my life enjoyed having a period so much.

I don’t even care if this is too much information for all of you.

I feel as if I am getting rid of so much toxic energy.

And right in time for the new year!

I am really looking forward to 2012—new year, new start. It’s going to be a good one.

Many creative plans in the works including a new music project involving sounds of domesticity, painting, Spanish learning, and of course, an extreme amount of writing.

Cheers to the New Year!

*I’d like to quickly note that my blog from the other day may have been a bit much, perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, maybe even yes! a bit dramatic! But I had debated with myself for days about publishing it... my gender studies side of my self said, no, this isn’t ready; my writer side said, sometimes you just have to make sweeping generalities and be solid in your choice. So. I chose the writer side. A part of me feels bad, but another part of me doesn’t. I am not perfect, I do not have an editor telling me what’s good and what’s not. I make mistakes, but I hope that my readers understand this. My writing choices come from a place of wanting to connect, share, expand, learn, grow. I’m going through a rough time and I feel much gratitude for my readers’ support and understanding. And, of course I will elaborate on the gender issues sometime in the near future as I feel they were not quite clear.

What's So Great About a Routine?

As many of you may recall I quit birth control cold tofurkey back in late September.

I've been waiting for the day when I could get on here and say Aunt Flo is in the hizzy; but still, she has not came to visit.

I'm wondering if I should be freaking out? I am not freaking out. But I'm curious to find out when my body will get back on track, back into a pattern, perhaps when that happens I will too?

Routine would be nice. But also, my life doesn't really bend well to routine. Schedules are actually making me anxious. For example, roller-derby, twice a week, at very specific times; it's not the fact that I am putting my 150# body on 8 wheels and circling around on a cement floor as fast as I can, but that I have to do it at a designated time. That makes me nervous. Isn't that weird?

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I'm sure there are plenty of things.

Maybe I already mentioned this, but I would really love events to be like Netflix movies; you can pick the time and day you want to go; instead of them being "pre-scheduled" on specific dates. But, alas, life doesn't work that way.

If I was a better life-designer I'd invite a way.

But for now, I'll just keep waiting, period.

(One of the many reasons why I'd never wanna be knocked up)