The Moon

This is not about the moon in the sky. It is about the moon in my uterus that sheds layers of my internal self every month. The blood I can deal with. Not a huge deal. We have many over priced items these days one can purchase to thwart or contain the flow of blood from my vagina. That is not really a big deal. I can not even fathom having to wear some belted device that needed to be harnessed on my being like some sort of undergarment saddle. That would be a bit inconvenient. To even take a potty break would be a huge endeavour. "Oh pardon me" I need to excuse myself to go tot he rest room, unbuckle the sides of my menstruation harness so I can pee." That would suck. No I am talking about the irritating emotional pit that I fall into every month or so. I hate admitting that I can be victim to these lame helpless biological female tendencies. I always took such pride in being immune to the irrationality of the moon cycle. However, as of late, I am anything but immune. I am a mess. Today, after one vodka soda, I started hollering about how I hated straight southern people. Well, of course, we can all agree that they are annoying, small minded, and a bit backwards, but there was really no need to holler about it; especially to an audience that would not necessarily get it. Then I think; if I am so angry at straight people (which I feel I really am not but they are the easiest to pick on) then why don't I just immerse myself in gayness? I could start joining gay groups, mingling with gay people only, and maybe even get season tickets to the Storm. But the truth of the matter is...I can not tolerate the gays anymore than I can the straights. Then what am I left with; bisexuals? No thanks. I suppose maybe I will just have to find someway to have people not irritate me so? That just sounds not plausible. Maybe I will just wait for my moon to pass an pretend that I never felt this way? I am thinking that sounds like the best bet. All the other options just sound too exhausting.