The Faerie Report

So in case you haven't guess Jam Faerie is a euphemism. Lets get it all out there, we are talking menstruation here. Why the euphemism of Jam Faeries? I am honestly not entirely sure, but it was influenced by a Goth, some toast, facing south by south west and doing a curtsey. Get me drunk enough I might remember the rest.

I know, I know the next question, why write a blog about that. Well here is the thing, it seems like everyone is writing about their menstrual cycle or maybe I just have a weird twitter feed and blog roll. It does feel like there is a trend at the moment, riding on the wave of the resurgence of the feminist movement. Periods are everywhere, period.

So am I jumping on the bandwagon? No exactly. I am not writing about the detailed comings and goings of something which lets face it is fairly intimate. To those that can and do, I respect their right to do so and part of me applauds them, but it is just not me. I'll be honest I find some of the more intimate details a tad disturbing. You must be really bored if you take the time to measure your flow, and as for how one know ones cervix has "dropped", the mind boggles.

What I do know is that it is something most women go through, it certainly has its ups and downs and if you want people to relate, men and women, you need to talk about it in terms everyone can understand.

So in a fit of madness I set up a twitter account @JamFaeries, now there is a blog and more of my life than just the usual five days a month seems to be about my cycle. Like I say though, don't be afraid, I am here to talk about the other side, the day to day side, find things we can al relate to and laugh about. I want to demystify this process for myself and hopeful for other, not write a horror script Wes Craven would baulk at.

The Jam Faerie is with us every day, not just during Shark Week (if you don't like my euphemisms please let me know yours, I probably won't use them, but you never know). It's the hormonal highs and lows, the days you feel awesome as well as the days you feel like a microwaved Twinkie, it's the cramps and the "hell yeah I can take on the world". It's all those things and its a hell of a ride.