Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.

Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'


Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Vortex - Sep 14, 2009 7:06:09 pm PDT #23061 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I was at school, eighth grade. All of the teachers were very blase about it, bunch of 12 and 13 year old girls, it probably happened once a month (heh, no joke intended). In fact, one of the male teachers made a point of saying "ladies, if you tell me that you need to go to the nurse, I will write you a pass with no questions asked"

My mother was a little bit psycho about keeping it secret. I had to hide my tampons and whatnot in my room and taking it to the bathroom was like doing a dead drop with nuclear submarine plans.

which of course, led to the famous "napkin" story.


erikaj - Sep 14, 2009 7:09:31 pm PDT #23062 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

I was fourteen and beginning to think I found a loophole or something. It was more a "Finally." than a moment.


-t - Sep 14, 2009 7:10:10 pm PDT #23063 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I think sanguine is the perfect word.


sj - Sep 14, 2009 7:10:45 pm PDT #23064 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I was only 9 and very much not prepared.


meara - Sep 14, 2009 7:11:24 pm PDT #23065 of 30000

Mine also happened at camp, and for some reason (even though it was...GIRL SCOUT camp) I was mad embarrassed and didn't want to have to make a special trip to the nurse and get supplies and whatnot, and it was all awkward and awful.

Of course, at home, somehow we tried to avoid talking about all these things, and the protocol was to steal products like those and shaving supplies and whatnot from my mother's bathroom, and hope she had some. And hope she'd notice when she was low and go buy more. Perhaps not the best plan.


Topic!Cindy - Sep 14, 2009 7:12:04 pm PDT #23066 of 30000
What is even happening?

David, Scott laughed out loud at your E story.

Vortex, I do not know this famous napkin story.

erika, my then BFF was 14. We had the same birthday (my milestone came on my 12th birthday). She was so relieved to be a part of it, and by then, the rest of us were thinking what a pain it was.

-t, heh. Other word nerd.

eta...

sj -- you were 9? Oh you poor little baby.


Pix - Sep 14, 2009 7:14:37 pm PDT #23067 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.

I was almost 17 and only got it because it was medically induced. Oh, malfunctioning girly parts. How you mocked me.


§ ita § - Sep 14, 2009 7:16:17 pm PDT #23068 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I was way old, and it was the week before my appointment with a developmental specialist, because I really was that old. I told my mother right quick, so we could get that embarassing thing off my calendar.

My body was very good period-wise to me for the first while, but over the past ten years ago, I have achieved unenviable near-normalcy.


Cass - Sep 14, 2009 7:16:40 pm PDT #23069 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

And yet? I'm still thinking it's always sudden.

Yeah. Mine were in reverse order. I was really and truly board flat until my junior year and then bam! sudden boobs from the Boob Fairy.


JZ - Sep 14, 2009 7:16:48 pm PDT #23070 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

erika, I was 14 too. By which time everyone around me had long got past the At Last I'm A Woman stage and slid right into bitching about it, so the only real thrill (aside from the commemorative plate) was the confirmation that all my plumbing was relatively normal. Woo hoo?