I had a mother who wouldn't let me have tampons in the bathroom. I couldn't even have them out in my room. I had to hide them. So, you think that I would leave sex toys out? Oh, hell no.
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Thanks, P-C. I don't want wank. But it made me uncomfortable and my brain never stopped feeling that way even when I kept trying to stop thinking about it.
I found Trudy's comment to be personally insulting and purposefully provocative. In other words, she offended me.
It wasn't something appropriate to this community.
I'm sorry for the breach in board etiquette. It's contrary to civil discourse.
I found Trudy's comment to be personally insulting and purposefully provocative. In other words, she offended me.
If you'd phrased it that way, I would not have blinked.
I'm sorry for the breach in board etiquette.
Consider it the past and over, from my perspective. And thank you.
I had a mother who wouldn't let me have tampons in the bathroom.
Where in the fucking hell are you supposed to keep them???
seriously, you can only store so many at a time inside your vagina
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and if I had been drinking rum when i read e_o's comment it would have been on my monitor
Where in the fucking hell are you supposed to keep them???
I had to hide them in my closet. Going to the bathroom during that time of the month was like a fucking CIA operation. First, the unsubtle trip to my bedroom. Then the trip to the bathroom. Then back to the bedroom with the refuse.
Oh, did I not mention that I couldn't leave the tampon wrapper in the trash? I had to sneak down in the dead of night and put it in the outside trash can like it was contraband.
Heh. My mom never had anything QUITE that crazy, but we just didn't talk about shit in our family. The setup was, "sneak occasionally into mom's bathroom, hope there are feminine products, take some out and hide in kids' bathroom, hope when you need them there will be more, if your'e lucky, the kind you like". Same with razors.