#theyre putting lead in tampons

[parsnop]

The rage has gotten to me.

Someone tell me WHY. WHY THE FUCK. IS THERE LEAD. IN TAMPONS. THAT GO INTO THE MOST ABSORBANT PART OF THE BODY.

This is a psa to stop using tampax tampons, tampons that claim to be organic but aren't 100% cotton, and tampons in general.

Another reminder that companies do not care about menstrual health. At all.

The safest route is to use only 100% cotton tampons. The ones with no plastic at all. Or to stop using tampons and start using menstrual cups, because they're the only ones made with medical grade material, created in medically safe factories.

And obviously, this is all too little too late. Because tampons have never been cheap. And 100% cotton tampons are the most expensive.

What are we supposed to do to keep people with menstural cycles healthy?

Genuine question because I don't fhckinf know.

[myfairkatiecat]

yay theyre putting lead in chocolate and tampons!

yes this is real

no it isn't okay

WHAT

SOURCES

[shawnmend-yes]

Theyre for my girlfriend

2. "Tampons? you want me to buy tampons?" From this list

You were snuggled up by the window, with a blanket draped over your legs and a book in hand when your phone buzzes, the custom vibration that Shawn decided he wanted. "At the store, need anything? X"

You debate getting up to check the cupboard but decide against it, staying snuggled against the fluff and tapping out a quick reply before laying the phone face down on the floor. "Strawberries, cocoa powder, tampons and lemonade, thanks X"

Minutes later you're interrupted yet again, by the phone. You sigh quietly before dragging your nose back out of your book and reaching down, you pluck the phone from the floor seeing Shawns name flash up on the screen.

"Tampons?" He asks with barely concealed distress. "You want me to buy tampons?"

"Yeah?" You mumble, half listening and half trying to continue from where you were. "Is that okay?"

"Uh, yeah yeah of course" he mutters, and you can hear his footsteps squeaking against the floor. "So like... you mean the brand right?"

You glance away from the book as if to check his face before realising that he's not actually stood in front of you as your phone lead you to believe, he's in the supermarket. "The brand?" You ask, scrunching your nose slightly. Does the boy know what a tampon is?

"Yeah, you know, the brand of the things for," his voice drops to low as he whispers "that thing."

A giggle builds in your stomach and you feel it pressing its way out as you imagine him stood in the corner of an aisle, whispering into the phone like an agent on a top secret mission. "Do you- do you mean tampax?" You wheeze out as you try to contain the laughter.

"You mean there's more of them?" He gasps, mortified.

This time you can't help it, you release a fit of laughter almost dropping the phone and you can vaguely hear Shawn mumbling something along the lines of "it's not funny, stop laughing! I don't have one of those so I don't know!"

"Shawn," you mutter breathlessly, "do you - I'll just get them later."

"No. Nonononono. Nooo. I got this, trust me." He protests, and as you open your mouth to respond he hangs up on you. Rubbing the corner of your eye and calming your laughter you set the phone back down and pick up your book.

After five minutes of reading the same sentence over and over you decide you've lost your concentration entirely, leaving your book by the window you pad your sock cladden feet into the kitchen and tuck your toes under the door of the cupboard as you set the kettle to boil.

With the loudness of the kettle it takes a moment for you to realise that, yes, your phone is in fact ringing and you're not just going certifiably insane. You run and slide across the wooden floor diving for the phone just as the ringing draws to a close. Swiping furiously you unlock the screen and are met with your boyfriends face, shades on and a hoodie pulled over his floppy curls.

"I- why are you on the floor?" He asks, smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

Casually resting your knee flat you push the other leg up into the air slowly as if to demonstrate your point. "Oh you know, just stretching" you say casually with a grin.

He nods at you as if this is the most normal thing in the world, before looking in front of him again. "So, I was buying the thing, and like I'm here but" he dips his eyebrows as he leans into the phone to turn the screen around "why are there so many?" He whispers in awe.

The screen fills with the aisle carefully labelled 'feminine hygiene', boxs of tampons and pads stacked on top of each other and balanced precariously in spaces that definitely shouldn't exist.

"Which ones do you want?" He asks, stepping forward and pointing to random boxes. "That one? These ones?"

You blink, waiting for the phone to focus but he's already moved on to the next box. "What about these?" He says, lifting a green box off the shelf. "It says they are for heavy flow," he pauses, as if considering the idea. "What's a heavy flow? Actually. I don't want to know."

"Shawn!" You exclaim, "stop moving it's not focussing."

"Oh yeah - yeah" he mutters, "I'll do a slow sweep" and that's exactly what he does, starting in the right hand top corner he moves the phone gradually over the shelves allowing you to look for your regular brand.

"That one, dark blue packet"

He reaches forward to pick up the packaging and bring it closer to the screen to show you. You nod your head through the screen at him and he puts them into the basket on his arm.

You expect him to hang up, but instead he flips the camera back around and begins to ask you questions about your day as he heads over to the cashier.

Shawn flashes the cashier a quick smile before heading over to them, and you fall quiet as you listen to the familiar beep of the cashier. There's a slight pause in the buzz and you see a blush creep it's way along from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears as he rushes to explain. "They're for my girlfriend."

You roll your eyes at him, because he sounds like a schoolboy that's been caught out 'I'm just holding them for a friend'. Clearly the cashier wasn't convinced because you're quickly faced with a scrawny kid in a cap who looks just as shocked as you. Awkwardly you raise your hand in a half wave and the cashier obliges waving back. "See?" Shawn questions sounding smug and you bite back a smile as the screen flips back to him.

After paying Shawn heads out of the store and the screen takes a second to readjust to the new lighting. You finally realise why he is wearing his sunglasses and it's not because he was trying to disguise himself again. As you've told him a million times, it may have worked for super man, but it doesn't work for him.

He clambers into the car, and sets the phone up on his dashboard before turning the key. "Absolutely not!" You yell at him, making him jump.

"What?"

"No driving while on the phone" you say, raising an eyebrow sternly at him, watching him purse his lips and shake his head.

He leans forward, finger hovering over the end call button as he mumbles "home soon."

"Drive safe" you order slightly more forcefully than you had intended.

He peels his hood off his head allowing the curls to have free reign over his head, poking out at all angles. "When do I not?" He teases.

You give him the look, the did you seriously just say that look, as he throws you a cheeky grin. "Love you." You call, pressing the button and tucking your phone into its charging space on the floor. You head back through to the kitchen and reboil the kettle, pulling out another mug now that you know Shawna going to be home soon, and honestly you can't wait.

[baehraini]

i cbf screenshotting her posts again so ima just quote her

1) when I’m disagreeing with an small obessed group all of which have Some cluster b disorder in common, yes I’m going to call you the cluster gang

out of all of the women that have been agreeing with me about u... im the only one i know of that has BPD or any cluster B disorder. the others with the same are hardly the majority.

2) yes you have a problem with the g spot if you think it leads to ripping a woman’s vagina open. I told you that story about a lover I had who I gave a G spot orgasm too that freaked out over it before reading up on what happened . You have piss poor reading skills if you think that was about me fisting her. As I simply didn���t fist her at all. I don’t fist every lover I have either, just the few who express they would enjoy it.

heres ur exact statement

why the fuck bring it up in the middle of a convo about fisting? no im not opposed to fingering or .. the g-spot. the fuck. back-pedaling @ its finest here.

3) why complain at all about how many hrs another woman has sex? That’s all on you guys. I can eat sleep sex for weeks if I want to and have before, who cares what you think about it.

girl no one’s complaining, ppl just think its bull as do i. but like, do u. again, ur sex life is urs. normal people dont go aroudn talking about how much they fist women and these womens specific experiences & orgasms with descriptors of said women. thats personal shit. thats 99% of where people’s criticism is coming from. boasting & bragging about shit like this is so disrespectful to YOUR sexual partners and thats why youre being compared to straight men. 

4) I’m not into penetration myself and have said this many times, obviously I wasn’t talking about having that preference in any judgements way. I simply pointed out the fact if you bleed from more then one finger in you then that’s something you should check out as how do you even put a tampon in. Fact is that is not normal for most women and your vagina should not bleed so easily. I’m simply looking out for you by saying this.

i bled because she was very rough and bad with her hands. she also added in a second finger when i wasnt even wet enough for the first one to begin with. it usually takes me time to get to the point where im able to handle penetration bc im relatively tight. with my girlfriend, ive never bled. the entire point of me sharing that story was to explain why i personally cannot even comprehend vaginal fisting, not to say that no female can handle more than 1 or 2 fingers.

5) if a lesbians sex life is her business she should be able to openly talk about it without you flipping yr shit especially since this is my blog and you are a stranger I’ve blocked from it and told that if you don’t like reading it you are free not too.

why are you reading my blog tho? youre 20 years older than me & have gone as far as say theres something wrong with my genitals & made comments about how my sex life must be boring or w/e. does that seem appropriate to you? consider that my mom is 47. youre nearing 41. does it seem appropriate to you that you’re talking like this to someone that much younger than you? 

ANYWAYS, the issue isnt you being open about your sex life. its how you speak of the women involved & how much you boast about it. plenty of the women i follow talk about fucking women regularly, the difference is how they talk about it. 

7) I’m none of those anon or other pages. You can stop making up profiles and sending yourself bs or at least stop trying to blame me for it. We all know I take too much pride not to let people know when I’m behind something and I would tell you off directly like I always have everyone else ever.

thats cool. you’re not the main suspect for those anons and the people i know that know u well enough also think it’s unlikely that its you. its pretty likely to be one of your buddies & most likely RAIDS. this is nothing new for her. 

i definitely haven’t made extra profiles to harass myself nor have i sent myself anons. 

8) let’s agree not to have anything to do with each already or unblock and continue this till forever cuz I was done with you the 1st day I saw you tranny stanning saying rape by deception wasn’t real rape and told you I wish you death by tranny cock, but obviously while I didn’t literally mean it you lived only to annoy me ever since instead of just fucking off and leaving me be.

you seemed to mean it literally and only started to say u didnt mean it recently. either way, the graphic shit you said about me sucking dick or w/e.. thats wishing me rape. especially when i said over & over im penis-repulsed and especially repulsed by the thought of having someones penis in my mouth. as for my stance on rape by deception, i changed my stance there & owned up to it being ignorant & wrong at first. either way, i never ever went to any victims of that and told them their experience wasn’t Real somehow.  

months ago i wouldve been alright with talking to you PROPERLY and directly but u refused to stop reblogging my posts while still having me blocked, which is the entire reason why i blocked you. bc it was annoying talking to someone who keeps reblogging from me and directing stuff at me on my posts while having me blocked. if u want to unblock one another and talk, i could maybe consider it at this point but ive been saying this for a while now: all i want is for u and ur buddies to stop lying about me, twisting what i say/said/do/did, and the like. i also want them to stop sending me disgusting anons. 

at the same time, though, if i see something shitty u or ur friends say (same as for anyone else), im bound to question & criticise it especially considering how aggressive & harsh you all are to anyone you disagree with. 

9) You and Eve are no tumblur therapists stop projecting yr mental issues onto me. The only problem I have with cluster b disorders is your group not leaving me be. If there was treatment for that which could make you all you away I would gladly take that magic pill as many times a day as it took.

honestly eve is pretty well off mentally esp when compared to you, and im trying to say this in the least insulting way possible. there’s a reason why so many people find you unreasonable, manipulative, bizarre, hysterical, dramatic, and sometimes comical. either way, trust me im not fond of diagnosing people online. i only ever bring stuff like this up bc its hypocritical for someone to diagnose people online as cluster B all while exhibiting just as many if not more symptoms themselves. either way, this is something youve been doing and refuse to stop doing to other people. just because someone doesnt like you or is critical of you doesn’t mean theyre somehow mentally ill, and it also definitely doesnt mean theyre not a lesbian.