I’ve recently encountered a couple of “period sex” questions.
In general, I don’t care if you don’t.
I just finished a book – The Invisible Gorilla – about, among other things, our misplaced confidence in our own memories. And with the caveat that my memory may well be playing a trick on me, I have a vivid memory of watching David Mamet’s “House of Games” shortly after college in a large group of friends. My memory is of a scene in which, suddenly, a character’s hands are covered in copious amounts of blood. In this memory (and I should say, a cursory internet search for mention or discussion of this scene has turned up nothing), all the men in the group winced visibly, and the women were unperturbed. We had a debrief after the movie, and the consensus was that women actually see far more blood than men, far more frequently, and therefore are generally less squeamish than men in the presence of blood.
I like sex, a lot. And while bleeding – gushing red blood from a wound – definitely squicks me out, the brownish red period blood, the iron-y taste, is hardly a deterrent to my appetite for sex. It’s not that I get off on it – I don’t. But it hardly bothers me, it’s hardly a negative in the ledger that tallies the pros and the cons of a sexual encounter. And it’s certainly not dispositive. Nope, I’d happily lap up lots of blood, see my hand or cock covered in it. It just doesn’t bother me.
I know some women feel less sexy, less sexual, when they’re menstruating. But if it doesn’t squick you out, I’m there, in a hearbeat.
(A postscript: you know what does squick me out? Tampon strings and panty shields/liners. Somehow, while the period itself doesn’t bother me, encountering the tools you use to manage it does. I have no explanation, but all I can say is that if, while I rub your clit, I feel a string, I’m bumming, and hard. Or, to be more precise, not hard.)
And, just for fun, watch this video (if you haven’t). It’s also from the guys who wrote The Invisible Gorilla, and it’s pretty cool. (But not at all sexy.)