#menstruation

Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others when I might just as well have been an animal in a steel trap. ↗

— Florence King

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#menstruation #women #change

When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

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#change

Contact with [menstrual blood] turns new wine sour, crops touched by it become barren, grafts die, seed in gardens are dried up, the fruit of trees fall off, the edge of steel and the gleam of ivory are dulled, hives of bees die, even bronze and iron are at once seized by rust, and a horrible smell fills the air; to taste it drives dogs mad and infects their bites with an incurable poison. ↗

— Pliny the Elder

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#nature