Poems for Chicks.

[bronzeage]

because there are some mucky cows about who prefer to do that than wrap it in tissue and dispose elsewhere (or maybe she had nothing to wrap it in)

This is not the first time it happened. I pointed out there is no trashcan in the dressing room and they do not have a public bathroom.

My experience with tampons is pretty much limited to buying them. Maybe there is a point where it is so uncomfortable, something like this happens.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

When it becomes obvious that it needs to be changed it's often any port in a storm where you're likely to be undisturbed when you're that desperate, but just leaving it there is unacceptable and a health risk.

 

[vrosej10]

This is not the first time it happened. I pointed out there is no trashcan in the dressing room and they do not have a public bathroom.

My experience with tampons is pretty much limited to buying them. Maybe there is a point where it is so uncomfortable, something like this happens.

If all is good, you should not be able to fell it once in position but for want of a better description there is kind of a sogginess when it needs to be changed. For the record I have never disposed of one in the fashion mentioned.

 

[bogusagain]

When it becomes obvious that it needs to be changed it's often any port in a storm where you're likely to be undisturbed when you're that desperate, but just leaving it there is unacceptable and a health risk.

I remember when I briefly worked in a god forsaken office in London (I hate office work but that's irrelevant), the office cleaners always used to complain about the filthy and disgusting state the female toilets were left in. One night when I was working late one of the cleaners took me into the female toilets to show me hoping I would say something to my colleagues the next day. I did to claims 'it wasn't me' but looking at the toilets it seemed a genral culture. Now these females were well healed middleclass professionals that is hard to imagine their own homes being left in such a state. Now if this phenomena might or might not have been restricted to this one particular office because it is the only office I've ever worked in. However, travelling on London public transport during the rush hour, it is noticeable that the professional middleclasses do seem to litter more than other people and you can't imagine them littering in their own backyard in the stock broker belt. It did seem a case of I'll shit anywhere that isn't my backyard NIMBYs.

 

[vrosej10]

I remember when I briefly worked in a god forsaken office in London (I hate office work but that's irrelevant), the office cleaners always used to complain about the filthy and disgusting state the female toilets were left in. One night when I was working late one of the cleaners took me into the female toilets to show me hoping I would say something to my colleagues the next day. I did to claims 'it wasn't me' but looking at the toilets it seemed a genral culture. Now these females were well healed middleclass professionals that is hard to imagine their own homes being left in such a state. Now if this phenomena might or might not have been restricted to this one particular office because it is the only office I've ever worked in. However, travelling on London public transport during the rush hour, it is noticeable that the professional middleclasses do seem to litter more than other people and you can't imagine them littering in their own backyard in the stock broker belt. It did seem a case of I'll shit anywhere that isn't my backyard NIMBYs.

if nothing else it is impolite. I was taught very strictly not to litter in public and to leave public toilets in the state you found them...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I remember when I briefly worked in a god forsaken office in London (I hate office work but that's irrelevant), the office cleaners always used to complain about the filthy and disgusting state the female toilets were left in. One night when I was working late one of the cleaners took me into the female toilets to show me hoping I would say something to my colleagues the next day. I did to claims 'it wasn't me' but looking at the toilets it seemed a genral culture. Now these females were well healed middleclass professionals that is hard to imagine their own homes being left in such a state. Now if this phenomena might or might not have been restricted to this one particular office because it is the only office I've ever worked in. However, travelling on London public transport during the rush hour, it is noticeable that the professional middleclasses do seem to litter more than other people and you can't imagine them littering in their own backyard in the stock broker belt. It did seem a case of I'll shit anywhere that isn't my backyard NIMBYs.

that said if you've ever been in a shared flat (male or female) the mess is unbelievable seems they go through some sort of stage of 'well mother used to clear up behind me before and I've no idea how to do it myself'!

 

[sandyb]

Changing the subject from tampons to romance...


Beija-Flor (Hummingbird)

When you kiss me, moths flutter in my mouth;
when you kiss me, leaf-cutter ants lift up
their small burdens and carry them along
corridors of scent; when you kiss me,
caymans slither down wet banks in moonlight,
jaws yawning open, eyes bright red lasers;
when you kiss me, my fist conceals
the bleached skull of a sloth; when you kiss me,
the waters wed in my ribs, dark and pale
rivers exchange their potions— she gives him
love’s power, he gives her love’s lure;
when you kiss me, my heart, surfacing, steals
a small breath like a pink river dolphin;
when you kiss me, the rain falls thick as rubber,
sunset pours molasses down my spine
and, in my hips, the green wings of the jungle flutter;
when you kiss me, blooms explode like land mines
in trees loud with monkey muttering
and the kazoo-istry of birds; when you kiss me,
my flesh sambas like an iguana; when you kiss me,
the river-mirror reflects an unknown land,
eyes glitter in the foliage, ships pass
like traveling miracle plays, and coca sets
brush fires in my veins; when you kiss me,
the river tilts its wet thighs around a bend;
when you kiss me, my tongue unfolds its wings
and flies through shadows as a leaf-nosed bat,
a ventriloquist of the twilight shore
which hurls its voice against the tender world
and aches to hear its echo rushing back;
when you kiss me, anthuria send up
small telescopes, the vine-clad trees wear
pantaloons, a reasonably evitable moon
rises among a signature of clouds,
the sky fills with the pandemonium
of swamp monkeys, the aerial slither
and looping confetti of butterflies;
when you kiss me, time’s caravan pauses
to sip from the rich tropic of the heart,
find shade in the oasis of a touch,
bathe in Nature carnal, mute and radiant;
you find me there trembling and overawed;
for, when you kiss me, I become the all
you love: a peddler on your luminous river,
whose salted-fish are words, daughter
of a dolphin; when you kiss me, I smell
of night-blooming orchids; when you kiss me,
my mouth softens into scarlet feathers—
an ibis with curved bill and small dark smile;
when you kiss me, jaguars lope through my knees;
when you kiss me, my lips quiver like bronze
violets; oh, when you kiss me….

Diane Ackerman, Jaguar of Sweet Laughter,
Random House, 1991

 

[UnderYourSpell]

can't say I fancy the thought of moths in my mouth

 

[bronzeage]

can't say I fancy the thought of moths in my mouth

Yeah, but you can't beat "my lips quiver like bronze
violets".

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yeah, but you can't beat "my lips quiver like bronze
violets".

how can anything bronze quiver?

 

[bronzeage]

how can anything bronze quiver?

I've seen it done.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've seen it done.

bet I could make you quiver

 

[bronzeage]

bet I could make you quiver

I would hope so.