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towel for my rags: A few are around four inches long and six inches wide,
     and the rest are five inches long and two inches wide. I wrap the wider width rags
     around my underwear, placing as many of the thinner ones between the wide rag and
     the underwear panel as I’ll be needing.
    It takes some practice to figure out how to get the rags situated just so. I can’t
     really offer any suggestions, as it depends on how much you bleed, how you walk, sit
     and stand, what kind of fabric you choose, how you decide to affix the rags to the
     undies, etcetra and etcetra.
    Many health food stores sell ready-made flannel rags with velcro fasteners.
    If you sew, design your own rags.
    If you don’t sew, contact Bloodsisters, Lunapads and Glad Rags. Their information
     is in the Cuntlovin’ Guide at the back of this book. Heck, these organizations are so dang cool , get in contact with them, regardless. They feature cuntlovin’ bleeding products,
     reading materials, panties and many other revolutionary products.
     
    And then, of course, there’s the trusty Blood Towel.
    I’ve had the same Blood Towel for seven years. It is blue. Terra cotta shadows stain
     it everywhere.
    Linus from Peanuts?
    Me and my Blood Towel.
    When I’m on my period I sleep with my Blood Towel between my legs. We all know you’re
     not supposed to wear tampons or sea sponges to bed, and rags and pads always seem
     to mosh up the ol’ ass. Maybe a Blood Tbwel isn’t the most alluring thing to wear
     to bed, but it sure is comfortable and keeps the sheets clean.
    In the morning I walk around the house with my Blood Towel wrapped around my waist.
     It catches the flow when I sit down. I use it to wipe the insides of my legs. Otherwise,
     the blood splatters on my feet, the floor. I step in it and get it everywhere.
    Sometimes I don’t clean it up right away.
    Messy, messy. Fingerpaints in kindergarten messy.
    I like to do this for a very good reason:
    Because I can!
    Isn’t it amazing.
    By the simple act of not wearing panties, I can stand in the middle of my kitchen
     and change the way it looks. Without moving a muscle, a pool of blood appears between my feet.
    Like magic.
     
    Bleeding on sea sponges, the Keeper, rags and Blood Towels may seem undesirable when affiliated with commonly accepted standards for absorbing blood
     flow. But these “inconveniences” are founded solely upon our indoctrination in this
     society. Spending time with your blood is a constructive action. Bleeding every month
     is a part of life that we are taught to ignore. When we choose, literally, to see
     it, we open up to our actual reality as cuntlovin’ women.
    Rinsing a sea sponge or the Keeper out in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant or washing
     bloody rags by hand may not be as “convenient” as flushing all one’s cunt ambrosia
     away into the city sewer system, but it reconnects a cuntlovin’ woman with her body
     and, indirectly, with the bodies of every cuntlovin’ woman, living and dead, who has
     ever known the sensation of blood flowing out of her cunt.
    You have a ritual for bleeding on throwaway cotton. You and only you know your bleeding technique. Sure, it takes time to learn another one but the nice
     thing is:
    Human beings are the most highly adaptable mammals on the planet. You’ll figure out
     a system.
    If, for example, you were to decide that using rags and sponges was impossible except
     when you are home at night, that’d still cut your dependency on large corporations’
     products anywhere from 20 to 50 percent.
    In some situations, I use tampons (preferably, the unbleached kind found in food co-ops
     and healthy rainbow sister stores). But instead of being solely reliant on tampons, instead of coughing up the money every single period, it takes me three
     to five months to empty a box.
    When I unconsciously relegated the right to be in charge of how I bleed to various commercial and corporate
     entities who have no interest in me as