#menses

[themotherofrevelation]

She feeds him the iron wine of the Dark Moon, and he becomes Her property. As soon as he consumes Her soul manna/matter, She takes possession of him. The blood covenant is adamantine.

[chronic-lee-lizard]

Guys whose the og poster so I can credit

[king-sassy08]

Just kind of curious. I've only met one person who said they liked it bc it was a reminder of their womanhood and felt good bc their mother had cancer and wasn't able to have more than 1 child. So like...how is it for yall?

[yarnnerdally]

Oh no Oh No OH No OH NO OH NO OH NO

Gale Dekarios NSFT under the cut. Read the tags.

I'm not really into period sex because sensory issues of messy blegh.

But.

Consider inappropriate use of Mage Hand.

Or Gale's Mirror Image.

I high key doubt he'd be into the mess, too, of period sex, but it's a way to be intimate and feel pleasure (Gale would for sure get off on just seeing you get off) during your period.

I$fii_$</7t>^fi_$iyfy%'>/>÷_it#<dt gonna go die now.

[al-jadwal]

Making Up Missed Fasts

The view of Mālik, Abū Ḥanīfah, al-Shāfiʿī, Aḥmad, and the majority of al-Salaf wa ʿl-Khalaf (ie: the early and later scholars) is that qaḍāʾ (ie: making up the fasts from) Ramaḍān for someone who missed it with a ʿuḏur (ie: valid excuse), وَمَذْهَبُ مَالِكٍ وَأَبِي حَنِيفَةَ وَالشَّافِعِيِّ وَأَحْمَدَ وَجَمَاهِيرِ السَّلَفِ وَالْخَلَفِ أَنَّ قَضَاءَ رَمَضَانَ فِي حَقِّ مَنْ أَفْطَرَ بِعُذْرٍ such as ḥayḍ wa safar (ie: menstruation or travel), كَحَيْضٍ وَسَفَرٍ must be done leisurely. يَجِبُ عَلَى التَّرَاخِي It is not required to rush to make it up as soon as possible at the first opportunity. وَلَا يُشْتَرَطُ الْمُبَادَرَةُ بِهِ فِي أَوَّلِ الْإِمْكَانِ al-ʿAdhīm al-Badawī, ʿAwn al-Maʿbūd Sharḥ Sunan Abī Dāwūd 7/24 العظيم البدوي، عون المعبود شرح سنن أبي داود ٧/٢٤ https://shamela.ws/book/5760/2144 Telegram: https://t.me/aljadwal Tumblr: https://al-jadwal.tumblr.com

[greasyoatmilk]

A really basic post related menses stigmatization that I made for my boss which he turned down due to color scheme and line placement? shows his concerns really.

[supriyawithoutsu]

Yaar ye periods society aunties se zyada annoying hain

[broccolidad]

Periods are an amazing thing. Last week I started looking really puffy and ugly and I didn’t have to worry about it because I knew I was just entering the luteal phase of my cycle. Yesterday I had a headache and was crying over a couple of random things, and was able to stop myself from spiraling because I knew it was probably just the day before my period. Lo and behold, today I am bleeding. I am cleansed, clairvoyant, my skin is going back to normal. Getting your period is like a post-nut clarity no cis man will ever experience. Particularly because the day of destruction and evil that comes before it has not and will never be part of a nutting experience. To keep things short, I DID unintentionally destroy my relationship yesterday. But what my body and mind were actually doing was in harmony - it was making room. Cleansing out the old to make way for the new. People who are on birth control don’t experience this way of life - the way our bodies attune themselves to our actions and vice versa. Being able to see the alignment, control it, predict it, it’s like being the ocean. I am the weather, the tides, the clouds. I see myself, feel myself, I KNOW myself. When I act in ways that are in line with how my cycle dictates I feel - it feels divine. It feels manifested, intuitive, parental. When people say “go with the flow,” this is what they mean. Nobody goes with the flow harder than people who live their lives in true harmony with their menstrual cycles.

[themotherofrevelation]

Unless you eat my body and drink my blood, there is no life in you.

[saying-odd-shit]

beautiful angel called luteal phase. please go away

[ilmtest]

When Do The Menses End?

Umm ʿAṭiyyah (may Allah be pleased with her) said: “We used to not regard the yellowish or brownish discharge after the end of menses as being of any significance.” [Reported by Abū Dāwūd] (قول أم عطية: " كنا لا نعد الصفرة والكدرة بعد الطهر شيئا ". رواه أبو داود (ص 58). Ṣaḥīḥ * صحيح. Reported by Abū Dāwūd #307, al-Dārimī 1/215, Ibn Mājah, al-Ḥākim, al-Bayhaqī from Ḥafṣah b. Sīrīn who reported it from Umm ʿAṭiyyah. رواه أبو داود (307) والدارمى (1/215) وابن ماجه (1/212/647) والحاكم (1/174) والبيهقى (1/337) من طرق عن أم الهذيل حفصة بنت سيرين عن أم عطية به. al-Ḥākim said: It is Ṣaḥīḥ upon the conditions of the two Shaykhs (al-Bukhārī and Muslim), al-Ḏahabī agreed with him, and it is as they said. وقال الحاكم: " صحيح على شرط الشيخين "، ووافقه الذهبى، وهو كما قالا. Ibn Mājah's (report) does not include the words “after purity (ie: after the menses)”, it is from al-Ḥākim and al-Bayhaqī. وليس عند ابن ماجه قوله " بعد الطهر "، وهو رواية للحاكم والبيهقى. Muḥammad Nāṣir ʾl-Dīn al-Albānī, Irwāʾ al-Ġalīl fī Takhrīj Aḥādīth Manār al-Sabīl 1/219 #199 محمد ناصر الدين الألباني، إرواء الغليل في تخريج أحاديث منار السبيل ١/٢١٩ #١٩٩ https://shamela.ws/book/22592/274 @ilmtest [https://t.me/ilmtest]

[xtrablak674]

I remember the smell of my mother’s period. Rusty. Alkaline. I don’t say this to be gross or embarrassing, my mother has been dead over four decades. As her second set of kids you cling to even the smallest memory of the parent you knew best.

I rememory playing with her tampons, using them as rocket ships or earrings and the humidifier was dismantled to become a part of the spaceship I built with my younger brothers in the walk-in closet in our room. This same closet at times was a beach with hammocks I constructed from crocheted blankets, this same closet held my Spider-Man helicopter of which I had two, one would leave to be re-gifted to a cousin, not by my choice. Later this closet was my secret laboratory where I had a book of matches and discovered that rubbing alcohol burned with a blue flame.

I remember the layout of this apartment so well, and my brothers and I left no area of it unexplored. I understand my mother’s frustration in a different light now, in how she said she couldn’t keep anything, and she couldn’t with three inquisitive boys under ten years old. Her record collection was a magical Frisbee collection that we couldn’t resist a few tosses around the apartment. In the hallway that connected the living room to the bedrooms we had discovered with slightly moist feet we could become Spider-Man and climb the wall.

I recall finding a hand-gun in the closet in our bedroom, which I knew our mother thought we shouldn’t be able to reach, underestimating the reach of little boys who climb anything and get into everything. I unremembered abuse by the hands of my father’s girlfriend, a woman who would later unofficially become my step mother with the birth of my youngest brother, and was reminded in dreams that haunted me as nightmares, and my mother comforted me and fought the demons I was too young to fight.

It was such an honor when I left the back bedroom to inherit my older brother’s bedroom, this was the room where my mother entertained her male guest with the bed moved conveniently up against the door. This was the room that at one time was filled with my brother’s books and was one of the main places xmas presents were hidden. It became the room where I became aware of my body and experimented with sleeping in the nude.

The living room was wear we gathered like church-goers every Saturday at 6am to watch cartoons because the only color television resided there, this was also where my mother slept. This was the room she would put on her white nursing uniform as she got ready for her shift at the VA. This was the room she let me feel the lump in her left breast that would later be removed. Children being well children we even played with her prosthetic. In this room my love for dance was awakened with watching Fame, the same school I would later attend. This was also the room in which I found her dead having succumb to the same cancer that would take her younger sister twenty years later. I remember the smell of my mother’s period. Rusty. Alkaline. But alive.

[Afterword: Whoa, I didn't see that ending coming. I wrote this a while ago, at least ten years, because it originally said that my mom was gone three decades. The piece feels poetic especially with the beginning and ending, and the use of some Toni Morrison words. I hadn't really looked at it myself being put off by the title thinking it might not be as good as it was in a little over five hundred words.

Its a love letter to my mom and the life she created for her boys and the interior life we had as children in her house, as kids being well kids. It gently touches on so many memories not dwelling or examining anything too long, giving them all equal weight. Once again I am patting myself on the back because its a powerful piece of writing. One that just needed to get out, and now is being shared with my four followers.]

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[al-jadwal]

The Women Make Up Their Fasts, Not Their Prayers

Muʿāḏah b. ʿAbd Allah narrated: I asked ʿĀʿishah (may Allah be pleased with with her) why is it that al-ḥāʿid (ie: the woman who has menstruated) has to make up the fast she missed (during her cycle) but she does not make up the prayer? مِنْ حَدِيثِ مُعَاذَةَ بِنْتِ عَبْدِ الله العدوية، قلت: سَأَلْتُ عَائِشَةَ رضي الله عنها، مَا بَالُ الْحَائِضِ تَقْضِي الصَّوْمَ وَلَا تَقْضِي الصَّلَاةَ؟ She said in response: “Are you a woman from Ḥarūrīyyah?” فَقَالَتْ: أَحَرُورِيَّةٌ أَنْتِ؟ I said: “I am not a woman from Ḥarūrīyyah, however, I am just asking.” قُلْت: لَسْت بِحَرُورِيَّةٍ، وَلَكِنِّي أَسْأَلُ. She said: “That used to happen to one of us (in the time of the Prophet ﷺ), we were commanded to make up the fast, and we were not commanded to make up the prayer.” قَالَتْ: كَانَ يُصِيبُنَا ذَلِكَ، فَنُؤْمَرُ بِقَضَاءِ الصَّوْمِ، وَلَا نُؤْمَرُ بِقَضَاءِ الصَّلَاةِ، انْتَهَى. al-Zaylaʿī, Naṣb al-Rāyah 1/193 الزيلعي، نصب الراية ١/١٩٣ https://shamela.ws/book/11428/238 Telegram: https://t.me/aljadwal Tumblr: https://al-jadwal.tumblr.com

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

TSRNOSS, page 86.

[briarmae]

I'm very grateful that my preferred birth control medication grants me zero periods (in 16 years!), and that I only get cramps for a couple days every three months.

(My shitty sketch of what my cramps feel like. Like you're wringing out a dish rag lol.)