Laugh in the dark.

I honestly never feel more powerful than when I must, absolutely must, stop the flow of blood from my vagina.
It reminds me that my basic choices in life are to fuck or kill.  Fuck or kill.  This is applicable in many different situations, more than you might think.
New manager?  Total misogynist shithead?  Fuck or kill.
Asshole kid on the corner hissing at you?  Fuck or kill.
Manuscript staring you in the face?  Fuck or kill.
Money's low?  Fuck or kill.
Boyfriend's late?  Fuck or kill.
Mouse problem?  Fuck or kill.
Dishes dirty?  Fuck or kill.

It's one or the other, and it's your choice, no matter what.  Laugh in the dark.  We're the line between living and dying, and never is that more clear than once a month, for a week.  The proof is in the panties.  Take your power and dig your fingers deep into the loamy depths of femininity.  Your feminine side isn't pink, it's a deep, inviting, passionate, undeniable red.