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I bought a mooncup! Like freakin' ages ago after talking about them since 2007. I got scared by the size thing and it's a worry of mine (so much worry have I) that I have a bucket vagina. Of course I don't, or not by Mooncup standards because I'm under 30 and have never given birth, once I turn 30 it will be impressive that I don't engulf a chair when trying to sit on it.
Bucket vaginas aside. I bought the small one and tried to use it but the official Mooncup folding technique, like the official tampon insertion technique is a LIE. Actually it is so long since I looked to a tampon for instruction they might have changed it. All I know is the recommended technique of resting one leg on the toilet seat did not work for tampon insertion. The same can be said for Mooncups straight up fold suggestion. No sir, you gots to make it pointy.
Which Louise had tried to show me with a newspaper and then over dinner with her boyfriend Becca showed me, whipping her mooncup out (of it's packaging not her wah-wah) and showing me over steak wellington.
So yeah I finally managed mooncuppage, the mooncup has landed. BUT as I was sitting at church, having JUST told the person next to me what I was thankful for that morning was achieving full mooncup insertion my mooncup started to overfloweth. Ok not RIGHT at that moment. I was carefree for an hour or so for a very interesting service on John 15. Then as we were saying The Grace to each other I thought...oooh that does not feel good. I styled it out though, I finished The Grace.
But I couldn't make any kind of swift exit because I was being given a lift and on my way out the Pastor stopped me to say he'd been praying for me (I think I'm their token heathen or something or they think I am anyway. I am always the only one in red lipstick and hotpants in the congregation.) and he'd love to arrange a meeting still, because ages ago I emailed him saying I didn't appreciate him talking about abortion as he did. Which is all really cool, I would love to meet with him and discuss the importance of women's rights and foetus rights and education etc. Just not with mooncup malfunction.
Last night I went out for drinks with Becca and Tom before they go travelling. A friend of theirs was there who I know recently broke up with his girlfriend and you guuuuuuys I have a crush. He said he'd been googling me looking for my site 'cos he heard it was good (probably from B) and I gave him my CARD. Today I mentioned to Becca 'that was nice of... oh... Tom's friend to mention my site' BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IT MAKES NO SENSE TO LET THE PERSON WHO COULD SET SOMETHING UP KNOW. Like him? Phh I don't even know his name!
Actually I have gone off him a bit now because he is a little short and I can't be gene mixing with someone who's short. I'm thinking of the children.
Bucket vaginas aside. I bought the small one and tried to use it but the official Mooncup folding technique, like the official tampon insertion technique is a LIE. Actually it is so long since I looked to a tampon for instruction they might have changed it. All I know is the recommended technique of resting one leg on the toilet seat did not work for tampon insertion. The same can be said for Mooncups straight up fold suggestion. No sir, you gots to make it pointy.
Which Louise had tried to show me with a newspaper and then over dinner with her boyfriend Becca showed me, whipping her mooncup out (of it's packaging not her wah-wah) and showing me over steak wellington.
So yeah I finally managed mooncuppage, the mooncup has landed. BUT as I was sitting at church, having JUST told the person next to me what I was thankful for that morning was achieving full mooncup insertion my mooncup started to overfloweth. Ok not RIGHT at that moment. I was carefree for an hour or so for a very interesting service on John 15. Then as we were saying The Grace to each other I thought...oooh that does not feel good. I styled it out though, I finished The Grace.
But I couldn't make any kind of swift exit because I was being given a lift and on my way out the Pastor stopped me to say he'd been praying for me (I think I'm their token heathen or something or they think I am anyway. I am always the only one in red lipstick and hotpants in the congregation.) and he'd love to arrange a meeting still, because ages ago I emailed him saying I didn't appreciate him talking about abortion as he did. Which is all really cool, I would love to meet with him and discuss the importance of women's rights and foetus rights and education etc. Just not with mooncup malfunction.
Last night I went out for drinks with Becca and Tom before they go travelling. A friend of theirs was there who I know recently broke up with his girlfriend and you guuuuuuys I have a crush. He said he'd been googling me looking for my site 'cos he heard it was good (probably from B) and I gave him my CARD. Today I mentioned to Becca 'that was nice of... oh... Tom's friend to mention my site' BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IT MAKES NO SENSE TO LET THE PERSON WHO COULD SET SOMETHING UP KNOW. Like him? Phh I don't even know his name!
Actually I have gone off him a bit now because he is a little short and I can't be gene mixing with someone who's short. I'm thinking of the children.