How/Why I Became Interested in Menstruation
So I’ve received quite a few emails asking me to explain how I got myself involved in menstruation and why of all people, your average male be interested or so knowledgeable (hey, I didn’t assign that description to myself!) on this topic. To really answer this inquiry, I have to condense the bigger story into one that I’d feel comfortable enough to share with the “public domain”… some details may be missing, but that’s unnecessary since only my ex’s and girlfriend/wife ever get to know something like that 😛
So it all started when I was very young. I’m an only child, so my source of “female information” was very thin… mind you, I also grew up in a very conservative family, so information when it came to bodily function was strictly on a need-to-know basis. Because my dad did shift work, I was often stuck with my mom when it came to going to the mall or any public place and doing so, also meant I’d be dragged everywhere, including the washroom. I remember keenly wondering why my mom needed a diaper, I thought those were for kids and even I grew out of them! I asked and the answer I got was very simple, “It is a lady-thing.” and that was it, there was no further discussion. I became very curious, after all, that’s what a 4-year old mind does. Over the course of a year, I regularly slipped questions to my mom, seeking further information, but menstruation was not a conversation to be brought up and I got very little additional information, regardless of my persistent inquiry.
When I was 5, I finally bugged my parents to get me a new bike. With that bike, I traveled to the local library and there began my keen interested in the female body and menstruation. Mind you at the time, this was not a case of horniness since hormones were not into play yet, it is a mix of curiosity and deep interest of wanting to know more. Whenever I was not out riding bikes, playing sports or involved in school stuff, I’d scurry away to the local library and read books on the female body. At that time, girls still had a “ewww, cooties” factor to me, but it was the marvels of the female body over the male body that made me want to learn all about it. Mind you the books I were reading were not your simplistic “kids version” but the ones found in the adult section upstairs. I was embarrassed and would often sit in the “quiet corner” where I’d learn all about it. I would never dare check-out one of these books in case my mom ever caught me with them or reviewed my “borrow slip”. By 6, I could easily identify all the notable parts of the female reproductive anatomy and their functions. I did not ignore the male body, I was quite knowledgeable on that as well for that age, but I did not find the male body as spectacular, intricate and beautiful as the female one.
From the library and countless hours of research, I was well-versed in the female body, including my particular interest of why “Mommy needed a diaper.” Over my years of “growing up” I became interested in the process of menstruation and finally figured out what pads were all about. I had always known the existence of tampons, but being in a household where those were not used, I never fully grasped the concept of it. One time when my aunt came to visit, I think she left a box of tampons with my mom because those were never present before. Being keen to see what a tampon looked like, I opened one up. Unlike pads which could be discretely “put back together” – tampons once opened would ‘never be the same’. Once I finished studying it (lol) – I threw it away. My mom was always aware of my interest towards her feminine hygiene products, but never has caught me red-handed. I do remember her one time asking me if I knew what happened to the “sticks in the box” because there were, “5 here yesterday, but only 4 today.” Since there was no concrete evidence, all she could do really was just to ask. With no other females present in the house, it was fairly obvious who the culprit was. I lied, saying that it felt from the drawer, I didn’t know what it was and threw it in the garbage.
Fast forward to my teen years where not only did I know more than the average male when it came to health class, but also for male and female anatomy. Nevertheless, my interest in menstruation grew because MY hormones finally decided to kick in and I became more “aware” of girls. Ah, how I love women, lol (or well I guess “woman” now since I’ve found the girl of my dreams). Throughout elementary school, girls were still very hush-hush about periods and us guys would often snoop around or try to listen in onto conversations. Just like a typical child, the more something is withheld from us, the MORE we want to know! My interest in menstruation soon became a passion, something that I found men were horribly ignorant of and would “rather not know.” I found beauty in menstruation and the items that surrounded it. Any time a girl offered up information to me, I’d gladly listen and without turning red or cringing up immediately. In time, I developed a menstrual fetish, but not because of the fact “I like blood” (because I really don’t) – but because it is naturally associated with the female body and just because I always found FH products to be rather “cool”. Hey, I’m a bit messed up, but you’re reading this, aren’t you? LOL.
I will of course never know the feeling of menstruation or have to deal with it personally, but being so involved with it, I really couldn’t “claim to be a know-it-all” until I actually could say whether a product worked or not. Whenever I got the chance, I would experiment with different items to see which one held up the best. Some girl-friends would come to me asking whether I would recommend a particular product. Sometimes my advice would be good, sometimes, bad – haha – after all, I lack the vagina and period to really give them an accurate answer 😛
I used to be ashamed of my interest in the female body and menstruation. Through discussions with many of my female-friends, including those who I’ve had relationships with, I’ve found that many of them are open to my interest. Not only do they enjoy the refreshing idea of chatting with a guy about it, but also the fact they’re willing to provide me with detailed information which helps expand my knowledge. Many of my girl-friends often show great appreciation that a guy is willing to learn so much about them. Although my current dream girl isn’t as appreciative of my knowledge towards this, she has shown a minor acceptance to it. Sometimes I wonder if I regret telling her because it might have caused problems for us. Let me tell you guys, hide everything from girls, LOL – the less they know about you, the better! What had broken down my shame was that it was instilled upon me by a very valued girl-friend of mine who expressed how lucky she’d be to have a guy who understood her body like the way I do (not towards “her” but the female body in general) and the compassion I show to girls when they’re not feeling their best due to mother nature kicking in. That very small complement she gave me turned me around completely and I feel proud to be able to know my future girlfriend/wife inside-out!