Blood art!

As a dame, I can say with great authority that being on the rag sucks. My Aunt Scarlet is visiting me right now, and the worst part about it is going to the bathroom and wiping away thick red chunks with toilet paper. Well, they’re usually red, but it’s towards the end of my period now so they’re more of a reddish black and have the consistency of snot. It’s every bit as appetizing as it sounds, I assure you.

But that’s besides the point. The point is that while it can be argued that I am a little off in the head, there are some broads out there with so many screws loose that they think painting pictures with their menstrual blood is a good idea. And not just finger-painting on their bodies, oh no. I’m talking Bristol board, watercolor brushes, then crosshatching with black ink. And it’s not just a handful of chicks doing this, it’s a bustling Livejournal community with nearly 500 members.

Before I discuss the drawings I feel I need to explain menstrual cups, one of which you can see in the photo below:
Blood art!

Before menstrual cups were around women had to put something absorbent in or near their cooch, which soaked up all the blood. By comparison, menstrual cups are inserted and catch each little drop of blood, which stays there until the girl removes it and dumps it out. Well, some girls had the bright idea of using the collected blood to paint with, and the results are contained in this entry.

Most of the time the paintings are drawings of awkward women or vulvas or flowers, like so:

Blood art!

But sometimes drawing female imagery isn’t enough, and they feel the need to draw pop culture icons with their blood. I was horrified enough to find this community in the first place, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw my favorite Star Wars characters rendered in blood.
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Is that all? No, of course not! There’s also this heartwarming drawing of Matthew McConaughey:
Blood art!

In a roundabout way I can comprehend drawing vulvas and pixies out of your own blood, it’s all very feminine and this could be a way of reclaiming womanhood or some new age retro hippie bullshit, but Matthew McConaughey? He doesn’t really strike me as a symbol of fertility and the Goddess element in all of us.

But then again, neither does Megaman and they fucking painted him with their uterine linings, too!

Blood art!

So by all means go to the blood_art community and watch a bunch of Boho and goth chicks paint shit with their cooters, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

And let it be known that I witnessed Rob coin the term “muff marinara” last night, so if the term takes off I can look all smug and say “Yeah, you know the term ‘muff marinara’? I KNOW THAT GUY!” and then everyone will want to touch me. Unless they read this entry and know about my snot-like black menses, in which case I guess they won’t!

Posted in bodily functions, drawn at 12:00 am