Feminine Problem
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Also, if you guys are not reading the paper inserts that come in your boxes of tampons, I shudder to think of how you put together your entertainment system or children's bicycles.
I think I read it once, when I was 13. To refer to it each time? Ain't nobody got time for that!0 -
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In case I ever need to know how to insert a tampon.
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Just wanted to remind you that drinking more than 8 cups of water a day is bad for the kidneys. Don't get your kidneys working harder than they should.
Drinking more than 8 cups is not bad for your kidneys UNLESS you have a kidney problem. Then consult with your doctor.0 -
So.
Who'd like to talk about feminine freshness now?
Anyone?
not with a person named "jam"k.....
no thanks.
Oh. I see.
Sorry, I have no flouncy exit gif.
I love Jam. She's good stuff.
So, I'll totally talk feminine freshness with you. I just wish I weren't so late to this party.
Damn massage messing with my chat time!!!!0 -
"So one of the many new devices I purchased for this trip was a Diva "Moon Cup". Since feminine hygine supplies would be hard to come by and waste-producing, I opted instead to buy a thing like a Barbie Deluxe Toilet Plunger, and stuff it up my hooha.
The theory is that the cup catches your pan drippings...
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Bump
In case I ever need to know how to insert a tampon.
A friend of mine put one up his... ya know... just to try to figure out what we women feel.
For the record a tampon in a man's butt does NOT feel like a tampon in a woman's vagina. (Not sure if what I'm typing makes sense, but whatever).0 -
Bump
In case I ever need to know how to insert a tampon.
A friend of mine put one up his... ya know... just to try to figure out what we women feel.
For the record a tampon in a man's butt does NOT feel like a tampon in a woman's vagina. (Not sure if what I'm typing makes sense, but whatever).
I mean.....
good for him, seems like a he really wanted to sympathize with women?
...but that's a bit weird lol0 -
Bump
In case I ever need to know how to insert a tampon.
A friend of mine put one up his... ya know... just to try to figure out what we women feel.
For the record a tampon in a man's butt does NOT feel like a tampon in a woman's vagina. (Not sure if what I'm typing makes sense, but whatever).
Yeah, that's why he did it :noway: :laugh:0 -
"So one of the many new devices I purchased for this trip was a Diva "Moon Cup". Since feminine hygine supplies would be hard to come by and waste-producing, I opted instead to buy a thing like a Barbie Deluxe Toilet Plunger, and stuff it up my hooha.
The theory is that the cup catches your pan drippings, and you empty it a couple times a day, washing it with hippy soap, and reinserting. It presupposes you are enough of an Earth Mother to be OK not only with your monthly outpourings, but also with generally fossicking around in your flaps. Now, I am no stranger to gore. Nor am I squeamish about my delicate rose of delight, except that I have no such illusions about it and indeed am always reminded of nothing so much as stuffing an oddly-warm raw turkey. So, when after several weeks of teasing, the Period Fairy threatening to postpone the Communist Invasion until I was actually getting on the plane (I was about ready to scream and cry at some hapless unwary male just as a sacrifice to appease her) at last I greeted the rosy-fingered dawn and set about embarking on my new life as a eco-friendly Diva.
The Moon Cup comes in two sizes; Size A, for youthful nymphs under 30 who have never given birth and have silken tresses and tinkling laughs and are all size 0, and size B, for Big Ol' *****es like m'self, who have either spawned, or are so old (ie over 30) that they might as well have been poppin' them out like Duggar Donuts, because their sugar walls are now echoing corridors full of cobwebs and slackness. Of course the packaging phrases it more nicely, but I was miffed to see that despite having never replicated, I was still doomed to the Big Gulp size because of my age alone.
So, chalice in hand, fingers washed, and let's fold that thing like a taco (no, not THAT thing, the other thing!) and cram it up where only one man has gone before and even then not for a damn long time even when he WAS still around. I'm sure I imagined the rusty creaking sounds as I tried to shove something which was larger than anything previous (with the exception of various medical speculums which, I believe, were constructed by the same person who designed the Montlake Drawbridge)into the Gaping Maw.
Now, you're supposed to roll the cup up, smuggle it past the border, let it expand, then turn it clockwise (or counter clockwise, or then one way and another, stopping when you hear the click, or something...) anyway, you're supposed to be able to turn this thing like a dial in there."If the cup does not turn easily, you did it wrong" Oh, of course, I'll just grasp hold of a thing about the size, shape, and slipperyness of the pointy end of a peeled hard-boiled egg, which is now buried in the meaty folds of my innermost femininity, which, I may add, are well-sluiced with the special effects from a Quentin Tarantino film, and spin that sucker like a dredel.
There is, also, a small stem at the base of this cup, which, being made of the same slippery silicon and about a centimeter long, is about as helpful as providing a live, untrained earthworm for a handle. More on this later.
So, rotate this thing in situ, to ensure a good 'seal' and a comfortable fit.
Does. Not. Happen.
Ladies (and gentlemen, although I hope for your sake none of you gentlemen are reading this), I tried. I hauled that thing in and out of there more times, and with much less joy, than Eeyore with his birthday present, and not once could I get that thing to "turn easily". I finally gave up, since it seemed, at one point, to be "fully inflated" and more or less in the right place. Frankly I think that having left my furrow unplowed for so long, I'm not exactly the proper degree of hotdog-hallway that the instruction-writer was intending to address, but so be it. Let's give this thing a whirl, if we can't give it a twist.
Fast forward a few hours in which I've done nothing much. To its credit, I don't feel the presence of THE CUP at all, no discomfort, not even a vague sense of "eugh" as I sometimes have when knowing all that stands between me and my khakis is a small cottony Dutch boy. In fact, I'm getting rather concerned that the Diva Cup has wormed its way in like some form of parasitic jellyfish and is now eagerly migrating up my fallopian tubes, with me all unknowing. Time to go fishing.
And that is where I discover that, while it's difficult to try and 'turn' a Diva Cup newly lodged in your sanctum sanctorum, it's a freakin' log-fall compared to trying to recover said Cup after it has gotten comfortably settled in the downy folds of your blood-engorged tissues. Yes, indeed, if cram my fingers up there to the point of pain, I can just, tantilizingly, tickle the end of that goddamn silicone 'stem'. Grasp it? Not in hell.
Of course the instructions say, if this happens, DO NOT PANIC. Well, thank god for that, because I was already running through the list of people I'd trust with a flashlight, a set of forceps, and an experience that would scar both of us for the rest of our lives. There were instructions for different positions, and "bearing down" and so forth, which I tried, to no avail, and I was pretty sure that my ham-fisted efforts (ahem) were just making things worse on the "swollen" front, so Diva and I took a break, and retired to our respective corners for an hour or so.
Now I brought out my secret weapon: Beer. If, gods help me, I ever have to have a baby, I intend to be drunk off my *kitten* for the delivery, and I surely hope that the Fairy Prince Unicorn Elvis who is my chosen Babydaddy will provide a bedside IV of godly ambrosia, or at least Jim Beam. But anyway, two beers and I'm good to go spelunking in quest of the Holy Grail once more.
Either the beer, or the break, or the combination of all of these and squatting on the bathmat like a Neanderthal crapping, finally, produced enough of that goddamn 'stem' to grab (which was good, because I was dreading having use the kitchen tongs Up There or something) and, with a surprising amount of horrible suctioning "discomfort", the invader was routed! And, wonder of wonders, it was indeed partially filled. Not filled with DELICIOUS CANDY, no, but it did seem to have been, you know... -working-, before I so rudely dislodged it from its parasitic feeding. I felt a combination of grudging respect and intrigue, as one might upon meeting a foe worthy of their steel. Provided we could agree to disagree on the whole "turn 360 degrees in place" aspect, perhaps this could indeed be a workable partnership. Better than bleeding into the Rupununi and attracting every caiman, pirahna, and candiru fish for fifty miles.
But not without some boundaries first. I tied a ROPE to that stupid stem this time."
holy mother of sweet jesus. that was hilarious. COMMUNIST INVASION! besides being quite the little comedienne, that lady is a fantastic writer. anna--did this reviewer write anything else? must see. hahaha.0 -
"So one of the many new devices I purchased for this trip was a Diva "Moon Cup". Since feminine hygine supplies would be hard to come by and waste-producing, I opted instead to buy a thing like a Barbie Deluxe Toilet Plunger, and stuff it up my hooha. ..
OMG, this is so freakin' funny.
I just discovered Softcups, and I can't believe I've wasted the last 20 years on tampons and pads.
And they have an eco-friendly one that is reusable for one cycle. Awesome.
This thread has made me laugh so hard.
To the OP, hon, I'm not laughing at you though. If you didn't know, you didn't know, and I'm glad we could help! I was lucky that I had a mom brave enough to walk me through the whole thing. Then I had to teach all my friends who also had moms but who were too embarrassed to talk about it!
And on the leaving them in for too little time, no, no danger of TSS, but frequent removal/insertion causes tiny abrasions that can harbor bacteria/yeast and cause problems.0 -
So.
Who'd like to talk about feminine freshness now?
Anyone?
not with a person named "jam"k.....
no thanks.
Oh. I see.
Sorry, I have no flouncy exit gif.
I love Jam. She's good stuff.
So, I'll totally talk feminine freshness with you. I just wish I weren't so late to this party.
Damn massage messing with my chat time!!!!
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Moldy Tampons= grosser than Diva cup
http://www.nydailynews.com/life-style/health/texas-blogger-finds-mold-tampon-kotex-carries-health-risk-article-1.10531670 -
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In case I ever need to know how to insert a tampon.
the issue wasn't how ot put one in...the issue was how to take a piss without soaking the string in urine...0 -
"So one of the many new devices I purchased for this trip was a Diva "Moon Cup". Since feminine hygine supplies would be hard to come by and waste-producing, I opted instead to buy a thing like a Barbie Deluxe Toilet Plunger, and stuff it up my hooha.
The theory is that the cup catches your pan drippings, and you empty it a couple times a day, washing it with hippy soap, and reinserting. It presupposes you are enough of an Earth Mother to be OK not only with your monthly outpourings, but also with generally fossicking around in your flaps. Now, I am no stranger to gore. Nor am I squeamish about my delicate rose of delight, except that I have no such illusions about it and indeed am always reminded of nothing so much as stuffing an oddly-warm raw turkey. So, when after several weeks of teasing, the Period Fairy threatening to postpone the Communist Invasion until I was actually getting on the plane (I was about ready to scream and cry at some hapless unwary male just as a sacrifice to appease her) at last I greeted the rosy-fingered dawn and set about embarking on my new life as a eco-friendly Diva.
The Moon Cup comes in two sizes; Size A, for youthful nymphs under 30 who have never given birth and have silken tresses and tinkling laughs and are all size 0, and size B, for Big Ol' *****es like m'self, who have either spawned, or are so old (ie over 30) that they might as well have been poppin' them out like Duggar Donuts, because their sugar walls are now echoing corridors full of cobwebs and slackness. Of course the packaging phrases it more nicely, but I was miffed to see that despite having never replicated, I was still doomed to the Big Gulp size because of my age alone.
So, chalice in hand, fingers washed, and let's fold that thing like a taco (no, not THAT thing, the other thing!) and cram it up where only one man has gone before and even then not for a damn long time even when he WAS still around. I'm sure I imagined the rusty creaking sounds as I tried to shove something which was larger than anything previous (with the exception of various medical speculums which, I believe, were constructed by the same person who designed the Montlake Drawbridge)into the Gaping Maw.
Now, you're supposed to roll the cup up, smuggle it past the border, let it expand, then turn it clockwise (or counter clockwise, or then one way and another, stopping when you hear the click, or something...) anyway, you're supposed to be able to turn this thing like a dial in there."If the cup does not turn easily, you did it wrong" Oh, of course, I'll just grasp hold of a thing about the size, shape, and slipperyness of the pointy end of a peeled hard-boiled egg, which is now buried in the meaty folds of my innermost femininity, which, I may add, are well-sluiced with the special effects from a Quentin Tarantino film, and spin that sucker like a dredel.
There is, also, a small stem at the base of this cup, which, being made of the same slippery silicon and about a centimeter long, is about as helpful as providing a live, untrained earthworm for a handle. More on this later.
So, rotate this thing in situ, to ensure a good 'seal' and a comfortable fit.
Does. Not. Happen.
Ladies (and gentlemen, although I hope for your sake none of you gentlemen are reading this), I tried. I hauled that thing in and out of there more times, and with much less joy, than Eeyore with his birthday present, and not once could I get that thing to "turn easily". I finally gave up, since it seemed, at one point, to be "fully inflated" and more or less in the right place. Frankly I think that having left my furrow unplowed for so long, I'm not exactly the proper degree of hotdog-hallway that the instruction-writer was intending to address, but so be it. Let's give this thing a whirl, if we can't give it a twist.
Fast forward a few hours in which I've done nothing much. To its credit, I don't feel the presence of THE CUP at all, no discomfort, not even a vague sense of "eugh" as I sometimes have when knowing all that stands between me and my khakis is a small cottony Dutch boy. In fact, I'm getting rather concerned that the Diva Cup has wormed its way in like some form of parasitic jellyfish and is now eagerly migrating up my fallopian tubes, with me all unknowing. Time to go fishing.
And that is where I discover that, while it's difficult to try and 'turn' a Diva Cup newly lodged in your sanctum sanctorum, it's a freakin' log-fall compared to trying to recover said Cup after it has gotten comfortably settled in the downy folds of your blood-engorged tissues. Yes, indeed, if cram my fingers up there to the point of pain, I can just, tantilizingly, tickle the end of that goddamn silicone 'stem'. Grasp it? Not in hell.
Of course the instructions say, if this happens, DO NOT PANIC. Well, thank god for that, because I was already running through the list of people I'd trust with a flashlight, a set of forceps, and an experience that would scar both of us for the rest of our lives. There were instructions for different positions, and "bearing down" and so forth, which I tried, to no avail, and I was pretty sure that my ham-fisted efforts (ahem) were just making things worse on the "swollen" front, so Diva and I took a break, and retired to our respective corners for an hour or so.
Now I brought out my secret weapon: Beer. If, gods help me, I ever have to have a baby, I intend to be drunk off my *kitten* for the delivery, and I surely hope that the Fairy Prince Unicorn Elvis who is my chosen Babydaddy will provide a bedside IV of godly ambrosia, or at least Jim Beam. But anyway, two beers and I'm good to go spelunking in quest of the Holy Grail once more.
Either the beer, or the break, or the combination of all of these and squatting on the bathmat like a Neanderthal crapping, finally, produced enough of that goddamn 'stem' to grab (which was good, because I was dreading having use the kitchen tongs Up There or something) and, with a surprising amount of horrible suctioning "discomfort", the invader was routed! And, wonder of wonders, it was indeed partially filled. Not filled with DELICIOUS CANDY, no, but it did seem to have been, you know... -working-, before I so rudely dislodged it from its parasitic feeding. I felt a combination of grudging respect and intrigue, as one might upon meeting a foe worthy of their steel. Provided we could agree to disagree on the whole "turn 360 degrees in place" aspect, perhaps this could indeed be a workable partnership. Better than bleeding into the Rupununi and attracting every caiman, pirahna, and candiru fish for fifty miles.
But not without some boundaries first. I tied a ROPE to that stupid stem this time."
LOL. I loved this. No, I didn't stop reading either. Thanks for sharing. It reminds me of a story where I was the person called for a very similar situation, and had to go fishing for a friend. :noway:0 -
I'm just glad your username's "FireEngineRed" with a thread like this.
My thought exactly.0 -
Have to say, there have been no guys comments on here, they usually like to take a sneak at an obvious female thread..... are they just a little freaked haha...
Naw. I'm here I commented. I'm a guy. Nothing freaky to me about this....yet0 -
Moldy tampons???
What did I miss... When would a tampon ever be moldy??0 -
Just wanted to remind you that drinking more than 8 cups of water a day is bad for the kidneys. Don't get your kidneys working harder than they should.
Not quite right...
Love,
A medical professional.0 -
Moldy tampons???
What did I miss... When would a tampon ever be moldy??
People buy them that way and insert them without knowing about it!! Look it up... one woman found moldy tampons (unused) and called Kotex to complain and they treated her like it was a NORMAL occurance! Crazayyy!
*When I used tampons, I never used to check them. (the actual tampon- not the applicator)0 -
I love the internet!0
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Bump
In case I ever need to know how to insert a tampon.
A friend of mine put one up his... ya know... just to try to figure out what we women feel.
For the record a tampon in a man's butt does NOT feel like a tampon in a woman's vagina. (Not sure if what I'm typing makes sense, but whatever).
Ugh....Why would anyone think that those are analogues.0 -
Oh wow - cannot imagine changing them so often!
I get the injection and haven't had periods since September 2011, but you can leave them in for about 4 hours or more. I used to occasonally leave them in overnight if it was light and never had any issues. >.<0 -
you do not pee out of the same hole... not even close.
leave the tampon alone0 -
Just wanted to remind you that drinking more than 8 cups of water a day is bad for the kidneys. Don't get your kidneys working harder than they should.
Not quite right...
Love,
A medical professional.
Um, hey, medical professional -- I have this ache you see....0 -
I personally change every 3 hours as usual, not when I pee and if you find you get spotting buy a pack of the super thin panty liners. Works a treat.
Also get tampons in bulk... cheaper!0 -
Just wanted to remind you that drinking more than 8 cups of water a day is bad for the kidneys. Don't get your kidneys working harder than they should.
Not quite right...
Love,
A medical professional.
Um, hey, medical professional -- I have this ache you see....
Let me help you with that.0 -
A lot of this thread is so full of hilarious win.
At least we know how NOT to use a tampon. Eck, that one online story about that one girl comes to mind....bluegh..0 -
"So one of the many new devices I purchased for this trip was a Diva "Moon Cup". Since feminine hygine supplies would be hard to come by and waste-producing, I opted instead to buy a thing like a Barbie Deluxe Toilet Plunger, and stuff it up my hooha.
The theory is that the cup catches your pan drippings...
:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Best read in ages...
I was just going to quote this!!! SO FUNNY!0 -
Damn water! Just peed my pants laughing !!!!! Omg you're all awesome. This is the best thread ever! Win:)0
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you do not pee out of the same hole... not even close.
leave the tampon alone
My mother was 24 when she figured that out. TWENTY FOUR. I facepalmed so hard when she told me that.0
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