philosopherking1887:

Since I let my birth control prescription lapse I haven’t really been keeping track of my menstrual cycle because there is absolutely no chance of pregnancy when you’re not having sex. This is dumb because it means I don’t know when to start taking precautions against underwear stains… and also because I get blindsided by weird mood swings. When I start crying over dumb stuff, like passages from Nietzsche that I didn’t remember and find tragic and moving (while sitting in a conference talk!), I know I must be PMSing.

I’m also getting weirdly rhapsodic in my writing (yes, I’m working on a paper at the back of the room where the conference is going on) and I’ve been really craving hugs.

Since I let my birth control prescription lapse I haven’t really been keeping track of my menstrual cycle because there is absolutely no chance of pregnancy when you’re not having sex. This is dumb because it means I don’t know when to start taking precautions against underwear stains… and also because I get blindsided by weird mood swings. When I start crying over dumb stuff, like passages from Nietzsche that I didn’t remember and find tragic and moving (while sitting in a conference talk!), I know I must be PMSing.

allykat023:

Troubles of an anxious demisexual. By the time you find yourself wanting to have sex with someone, it’s been so long you worry that you’ll suck at it.

Don’t worry, it’s like riding a bicycle. More like riding a bicycle is proverbially than riding a bicycle actually is. (Says the person who was fine at sex after more than 2.5 years without but couldn’t stay upright on a bicycle after not having ridden one in a similar amount of time.)