If you use that "cup" thing during TOM...
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But the REAL question is what do you do when you have to pee? You just pee in the cup or do you have to take the cup out every time to go pee?!
I'm sorry everyone's picking on you
Why do they hate people raised by single dads?! 0 -
Okay...I'm very glad we don't use them in this house then. I hope none of my guests are washing their diva cup in my bathroom sink.0
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where in the heck do you wash it out when you are in public? Or even at home for that matter if you live with others and share a bathroom?
If you're in a public washroom stall you can just dump it out without washing it and wash it next time. At home I shut and lock the door, like a normal person, so I wash it in the sink.
It's as easy as that! And plus you don't have to deal with all of the awkward paper ruffling noises when getting a towel/tampon out of the packet.0 -
@Slickfootanna: I died laughing. Amazing!0
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Unless you're a very heavy bleeder, you can go 12 hours without emptying the cup. I deal with mine in the privacy of my own bathroom.0
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You can pee with it in.
Some are disposable. Some are reuseable. Lots of different brands.
I don't need to change during the day usually. If i put it in at 6a.m. the box tells me it's good for 12 hours. So it stays in til I get home from work and workout.
When you pee your organs/parts/etc... down there tend to push the cup forward and so you see blood in the toilet. So in a way, it's self empty-ing without you having to actually take it out and get all gross.
When I'm done peeing i just push my finger up there to make sure it's "in place" and I'm good to go.
Have never had any problems with it and I really enjoy it because you can't feel it like you can a tampon sometimes and there is no string and leakage is non-existent except for what I stated above regarding peeing.
Easy to put in and you can feel when it's in the right place if you hold your finger in there and do a kegel (squeeze your muscles up there) and the cup moves "upward" for lack of a better explanation.....0 -
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Okay...I'm very glad we don't use them in this house then. I hope none of my guests are washing their diva cup in my bathroom sink.
If you are this squeamish about bodily fluids, the cup is probably not for you
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But the REAL question is what do you do when you have to pee? You just pee in the cup or do you have to take the cup out every time to go pee?!
I FREAKING LOVE YOU!!!!
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"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."
Pure awesomeness. You are a fabulous writer!0 -
Is it just me or is absurd that some women are so squeamish about their own bodies?? Weird....0
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I tried to use one, but it didn't stay in the right spot and didn't catch anything. Either my "canal" is weird or I didn't do it right. lol0
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@ SlickFootAnna
I literally just peed myself. That was the most AWESOME thing I have ever read!
Ha ha!
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I tried to use one, but it didn't stay in the right spot and didn't catch anything. Either my "canal" is weird or I didn't do it right. lol
You probably didn't do it right. You have to make sure it opens up into its normal shape once inserted.0 -
@Anna - funniest thing I've read in a long time! thank goodness I don't have to worry about making a choice any more!0
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Is it just me or is absurd that some women are so squeamish about their own bodies?? Weird....
Yeah. Maybe it's a fear of the unknown. It's actually just no worse than any other method.0 -
Okay...I'm very glad we don't use them in this house then. I hope none of my guests are washing their diva cup in my bathroom sink.
If you are this squeamish about bodily fluids, the cup is probably not for you
Agreed. Do you not let your guests spit in your sink if they brush their teeth either?0 -
But the REAL question is what do you do when you have to pee? You just pee in the cup or do you have to take the cup out every time to go pee?!
Your lack of understanding of the female anatomy is socking.0 -
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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"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."
THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE READ YET ON MFP! I AM IN TEARS!0 -
I use a Keeper and I have never had to rinse it out in a public restroom. All you need to do is drain it in the toilet if you think it's really full enough that it can't wait until you get home.
And I'm sorry, but it's natural. If someone sees your menstrual cup and freaks out, then it's their problem. All the "hygiene" and "sanitary" terms piss me off. It's not dirty. It's not something that needs to be sanitized. People need to grow up and deal with it.
I strongly recommend reusable methods of dealing with menstruation. Can you imagine how much waste you generate over your lifetime using all the products big companies sell you for something you can't control? And the money. And the chemicals! Jeez.
Get a cup; screw The Man.0 -
Thisis an amzing thread...phew...it has me laughing.0
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Okay...I'm very glad we don't use them in this house then. I hope none of my guests are washing their diva cup in my bathroom sink.
If you are this squeamish about bodily fluids, the cup is probably not for you
Agreed. Do you not let your guests spit in your sink if they brush their teeth either?
Sorry to be a bit gruesome here, but the entire contents of the cup don't go in the sink! You just dump it in the loo, flush ( and you can do that without looking!) and then just wash the cup. It's easy!0 -
I tried to use one, but it didn't stay in the right spot and didn't catch anything. Either my "canal" is weird or I didn't do it right. lol
You probably didn't do it right. You have to make sure it opens up into its normal shape once inserted.
I read the directions, pushed it down and back, and made sure the cup was in its original shape. I might try again next month. I got a free sample to try out and have one left. It felt weird, but then again I'm used to tampons.0 -
I love my Diva Cup! I rarely have leaks anymore and as one poster already said I don't usually have to deal with it in public, however, if I do use toilet paper and give it a good wipe.0
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But the REAL question is what do you do when you have to pee? You just pee in the cup or do you have to take the cup out every time to go pee?!
The vagina and urethra are two separate things.
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If you're in a public washroom stall you can just dump it out without washing it and wash it next time. At home I shut and lock the door, like a normal person, so I wash it in the sink.
Exactly. In a public washroom, you can also take some extra toilet paper and give it a good wipe.
I absolutely LOVE my diva cup and rarely have any leakage problems. It's also nice to not have to worry about bringing extra pads/tampons with me everywhere I go.
rarely. so if you do have leakage, is it like a broken faucet or just like a little spot. that seems kinda sketchy and creeps me out lol, but i am curious to try it just to see. if you cary a little thing of baby wipes then you can just wipe it out. how many hours can you keep it in for, is it like a tampon where every few hours you change it?0 -
But the REAL question is what do you do when you have to pee? You just pee in the cup or do you have to take the cup out every time to go pee?!
Your lack of understanding of the female anatomy is socking.
No, you just missed the joke.0
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