Give Me a Nasty Lover!
Why I prefer a man who loves a good mess
I’m all about bloody messes!
That was the response I got in a text after I told him I was on my period—a warning—just in case he’s one of those.
I was already certain he wasn’t going to mind as I’ve become fairly apt at spotting the open-minded, body- and sex-positive ones off the bat. Still, you never really know with someone new until you ask. Had my period been a problem for him, on the other hand, I doubt we would have met again.
I guess you could say my warning was a bit of a test.
To me, someone’s opinion of period sex is a deciding factor: Beyond giving me a few clues as to what they might be like in bed, it reveals much about their attitudes towards the human body—and most of all, towards women.
If someone flat-out refuses to get carnal on my moon days, they would be a no-go for me. Their reason wouldn’t matter—whether they find it gross, weird or unappealing, or they happen to be a clean freak—this person just ain’t my person. If they, on the contrary, are all about bloody messes, then—BINGO!—I can tell they’re (likely to be) my type.
Now, it may sound like I’m some kind of menstrual blood fetishist, which isn’t the case. No (kink-)shame on anyone who is, but it’s not really…
