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The sensitive kind...
2026-01-27
So the very old story goes in The Bible, as written in one of my long-term books that I've been reading on and off for years, The Sacred Origins of Profound Things (dealing with the world's religions) that when the contemporary thinking Eve decided to take a wee bite of an apple plucked from the Tree of Knowledge, God was so enraged that he punished Eve by giving her a monthly period. The monthly curse was to remind Eve of her wickedness and not only that, he wanted her to suffer further with abdominal pain along with headaches and uncontrollable mood swings.
As for Adam, he too was punished for not stopping Eve (or perhaps for listening to her) and was given the task of forever having to take care of Eve and her children by risking his life to hunt for food to survive. Prior to biting the apple, Adam and Eve had lived for over 600 years, never having to wear clothes (they had as yet no sense of shame) and furthermore, they didn't have to fret one twit about where their next meal would come. Truly, the Bible is a work of fiction with more copies sold every year, year after year, than any other work of fiction, and it's loaded with more plot-twists that have been written in totality, in every other book of fiction.
The Bible has also done a good deal of damage to the image of women held by men (and by women too). Many women see the naturalness of their bodies as something that should be cleansed. Look at TV commercials that portray women as being freer and more alive when they properly manage this monthly course of bloodletting. Not I, who on the other hand, had chosen to mind the subject of blood for gold. I turned this red demon of liquid into a vampire man in love with this wife, and every element of her whole being. My vampire protagonist, Samuel Crimson, fancies himself as a humanitarian because he'd rather enjoy his wife during her monthly time, than to kill strangers indiscriminately. It is a wicked twist to a very old mythology, a tried and true genre. I can understand why many publishers ran from the subject-matter as though their hair had burst into flames, much like the burning bush. (This concludes my clumsy puns for one day).
The vampire mythology is an old one, to repeat myself, and it has been done to death, and re-invented time and again, most successfully in modern film where the horrific vampire has been turned into a love-struck romance story of a girl falling head over heels in love with a blood-sucking vampire. To embark on a radical path, however, one must adopt a radical approach. I didn't wake up one day to decide, "You know what? I'm going to deviate from the norm and pepper my novels with the subject of blood. "
This is the part where if you know yourself to be a very sensitive individual, stop reading from here onward.
Even my former masseur admitted to me that he had a client, back in the days when he was a practicing Ortho-Therapist, who would go crazy each month when his wife had her period. The smell would drive him to distraction and he simply couldn't leave her alone. He loved to go down on her, to smear his face with her blood! Oh my lawd! 😱This is the kind of stuff that doesn't need to be shared. But it makes total sense, actually. I think the female period is a form of being in heat, like all mammalians who enter estrus (with the exception of higher primates, of course). I must admit that my own desire to be mounted would wildly climb the scale, during this period of time. You may blame it on the blood. (Oops, another pun slipped in).
Blood is a bloody mess. I tell you this much. I should know. I've shed enough every single month to fully comprehend what it means to deal with a bloody mess. Reading about blood in fiction or non-fiction stories is one thing but actually having to look at blood, having to smell blood or even having to clean up blood is to my mind about as nasty as it gets. I really don't know how operating room attendants are able to work in hospitals assisting surgeons who sometimes are elbow deep in blood. There are times when cutting into an artery, that blood will splatter across their faces. Nope! Attendants are not trained to handle blood products but a surgeon is, taught for over seven years in institutions of higher learning to deal with blood and to expect blood to be part of their working lives.
We women, on the other hand, have much to do with blood. We face it every month whether we want to or not, well... not entirely I suppose. When I was a teenager, I worked with one woman who confessed to me that she far preferred being pregnant to dealing with getting her period. At the time, I thought it was fecking crazy, to want to bear children just to avoid dealing with the monthly curse.
But why 28 days? Why not every 25 days? Why not once a year? If Archimedes were alive today (that insanely brilliant Greek mathematician who devised the catapult and who was also the first to calculate a precise theoretical approximation of Pi, the never-ending quandary of 3.14, he'd have probably been able to figure out the mathematical significance of 28 days. If fact, and if a detailed record had been kept of one woman's cycle, perhaps Archimedes would have uncovered a new formula, to explain this significant number of 28.
These are merely my rambling thoughts on a subject that shouldn't interest many, nor should you have red this far by now, you wicked, wicked person! The Snake who hissed his way into Eve's willpower and broke her resolve is watching us. The Snake waits in the wings for the day when he can give women periods twice a month. And he'd do it too, if he could. But hey, the bastard snake has left his mark. When women reach menopause, some get their periods twice a month and it rages on for years.
Seems women will pay for that apple bite for eternity. And when the priests of this world hold up their gold cup during Sunday mass, saying aloud, "With this cup, I drink the blood of Christ," I would tell myself these are just silly words being repeated mindlessly by a man who wouldn't want to trade places with a woman, if he were even able to spend one hour in the company of Christ. Stick that in your sanctified book and pray on it. Where's Archimedes and his catapult when you need him? I'd like to hurl every copy of The Bible, along with every priest who preaches this destructive fiction on this planet, far, far into the stratosphere.
In the end, I released two e-Trilogies on Amazon, that are inexpensive and shockingly delightful, so if after reading this post, you can treat yourself to the full Crimson Vampires series of six novels.
As for Adam, he too was punished for not stopping Eve (or perhaps for listening to her) and was given the task of forever having to take care of Eve and her children by risking his life to hunt for food to survive. Prior to biting the apple, Adam and Eve had lived for over 600 years, never having to wear clothes (they had as yet no sense of shame) and furthermore, they didn't have to fret one twit about where their next meal would come. Truly, the Bible is a work of fiction with more copies sold every year, year after year, than any other work of fiction, and it's loaded with more plot-twists that have been written in totality, in every other book of fiction.
The Bible has also done a good deal of damage to the image of women held by men (and by women too). Many women see the naturalness of their bodies as something that should be cleansed. Look at TV commercials that portray women as being freer and more alive when they properly manage this monthly course of bloodletting. Not I, who on the other hand, had chosen to mind the subject of blood for gold. I turned this red demon of liquid into a vampire man in love with this wife, and every element of her whole being. My vampire protagonist, Samuel Crimson, fancies himself as a humanitarian because he'd rather enjoy his wife during her monthly time, than to kill strangers indiscriminately. It is a wicked twist to a very old mythology, a tried and true genre. I can understand why many publishers ran from the subject-matter as though their hair had burst into flames, much like the burning bush. (This concludes my clumsy puns for one day).
The vampire mythology is an old one, to repeat myself, and it has been done to death, and re-invented time and again, most successfully in modern film where the horrific vampire has been turned into a love-struck romance story of a girl falling head over heels in love with a blood-sucking vampire. To embark on a radical path, however, one must adopt a radical approach. I didn't wake up one day to decide, "You know what? I'm going to deviate from the norm and pepper my novels with the subject of blood. "
This is the part where if you know yourself to be a very sensitive individual, stop reading from here onward.
Even my former masseur admitted to me that he had a client, back in the days when he was a practicing Ortho-Therapist, who would go crazy each month when his wife had her period. The smell would drive him to distraction and he simply couldn't leave her alone. He loved to go down on her, to smear his face with her blood! Oh my lawd! 😱This is the kind of stuff that doesn't need to be shared. But it makes total sense, actually. I think the female period is a form of being in heat, like all mammalians who enter estrus (with the exception of higher primates, of course). I must admit that my own desire to be mounted would wildly climb the scale, during this period of time. You may blame it on the blood. (Oops, another pun slipped in).
Blood is a bloody mess. I tell you this much. I should know. I've shed enough every single month to fully comprehend what it means to deal with a bloody mess. Reading about blood in fiction or non-fiction stories is one thing but actually having to look at blood, having to smell blood or even having to clean up blood is to my mind about as nasty as it gets. I really don't know how operating room attendants are able to work in hospitals assisting surgeons who sometimes are elbow deep in blood. There are times when cutting into an artery, that blood will splatter across their faces. Nope! Attendants are not trained to handle blood products but a surgeon is, taught for over seven years in institutions of higher learning to deal with blood and to expect blood to be part of their working lives.
We women, on the other hand, have much to do with blood. We face it every month whether we want to or not, well... not entirely I suppose. When I was a teenager, I worked with one woman who confessed to me that she far preferred being pregnant to dealing with getting her period. At the time, I thought it was fecking crazy, to want to bear children just to avoid dealing with the monthly curse.
But why 28 days? Why not every 25 days? Why not once a year? If Archimedes were alive today (that insanely brilliant Greek mathematician who devised the catapult and who was also the first to calculate a precise theoretical approximation of Pi, the never-ending quandary of 3.14, he'd have probably been able to figure out the mathematical significance of 28 days. If fact, and if a detailed record had been kept of one woman's cycle, perhaps Archimedes would have uncovered a new formula, to explain this significant number of 28.
These are merely my rambling thoughts on a subject that shouldn't interest many, nor should you have red this far by now, you wicked, wicked person! The Snake who hissed his way into Eve's willpower and broke her resolve is watching us. The Snake waits in the wings for the day when he can give women periods twice a month. And he'd do it too, if he could. But hey, the bastard snake has left his mark. When women reach menopause, some get their periods twice a month and it rages on for years.
Seems women will pay for that apple bite for eternity. And when the priests of this world hold up their gold cup during Sunday mass, saying aloud, "With this cup, I drink the blood of Christ," I would tell myself these are just silly words being repeated mindlessly by a man who wouldn't want to trade places with a woman, if he were even able to spend one hour in the company of Christ. Stick that in your sanctified book and pray on it. Where's Archimedes and his catapult when you need him? I'd like to hurl every copy of The Bible, along with every priest who preaches this destructive fiction on this planet, far, far into the stratosphere.
In the end, I released two e-Trilogies on Amazon, that are inexpensive and shockingly delightful, so if after reading this post, you can treat yourself to the full Crimson Vampires series of six novels.
