Reason #45677 I’m not a feminist. Can we please not do this?
Meet Demetra Nyx. She’s a sex coach (ew) who has decided to smear menstrual blood all over her face in order to prove that periods are “powerful.”
Demetra says her posts are all about liberating women, and vowed to continue posting more graphic photos.
She wrote on her Instagram: “It is a little to liberate other women and a lot to please my Self.
“I get so much pleasure from this ritual and I love feeling so free to share it and I love not caring what the reactions will be.
“I will do this every month until people are no longer shocked by it.
“I will do it until little girls stop being taught that the natural functions of their bodies are disgusting and unclean.”
“I will do it until women stop feeling like they can’t have sex on their period because it is gross.
“I will do it until we stop being embarrassed that we sometimes bleed through our clothing. Through your sheets.
“The idea isn’t to get everyone to put blood on their face (though – wow – does it make your skin glow!)”
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My blood came today. Eighteen days late. I did not think I was pregnant. My body said: relax. Maybe it was a combination of sickness and antibiotics and herbs and late ovulation. Maybe it was that my body wanted to bleed with the full moon instead. For a year I have bled exactly with the new moon. They say that means nurturance. I wonder if it is a coincidence that I will bleed with the full moon just as I am beginning to create my business, this entire year’s worth of culmination, seven year’s worth of wisdom into one thing. Full moon is creativity, power. Today I sat on the ground and bled into the earth. In a dark red, velvet skirt. The clouds, the forest blowing wildly around me. It is this connection with nature that I know to be true most deeply. That the trees have me. That we are of each other. I MISSED bleeding. I didn’t realize how accustomed I had become to my cycle, to knowing my moods and my rhythms, until I was thrown off. My body was deeply missing this feeling of dreamy connectedness, this time of retreat. It was weird not to have it. My blood is magic. It is worth being celebrated. The wisdom of our wombs was taken from womxn a long time ago. I’ve taken mine back. Five years ago in the fall I was throwing up black. The trees did this same thing except it was raining. Today it felt like the completion of a cycle. I don’t know what that means yet, exactly; but it means something. Today I wonder how you connect to the inner part of you that knows. That knows you’re meant for more, to feel more, to be more, that this isn’t all there is for you. I have followed that part of me always and that has made all the difference. ❤️❤️🥀
I AM ACTUALLY DRY HEAVING OMG OMG.
It gets worse too. She has various pictures on Instagram of her blood on various parts of her body. One picture shows her leg with the word “shameless” written…in her own lady blood. I’m not going to post the photos here, because I don’t want you to have to worry about scraping vomit off your keyboard or phone. You’re welcome.
Nothing about that is empowering. Nothing about that makes me think, “Wow. That time of the month is just WONDERFUL. I LOVE IT NOW. I loooooove feeling bloated and ugly and crampy. And the migraines. LOVE ‘EM WOWOWOW.”
It’s just part of being a woman. Women– who make up HALF OF THE POPULATION– understand that. It’s not anything special. It’s biological function. Honestly– should we start rubbing pee all over our faces to REALLY start embracing urination? Do we REALLY appreciate the ability to have a good pee? I don’t think we do.
I’m only half-kidding. I don’t get it. Where does this end?
Feminists are gross, bye.
h/t The Scottish Sun