As we have slid out of June and into July it is not that we abandon our support of the LGBTQ+ community, it is that we broaden it to think of liberties, the few we have that remain and the vast number that have been either removed entirely or to an extent that renders them ineffective and unprotective for the vast number of reproductive humans in the United States.
The people who said we need to “pipe down” and stop waving that rainbow flag in June are now strutting around like a cross between Kid Rock and Yankee Doodle Dandy, double fisting their flags and their beers singing God Bless America all while supporting the removal of rights from everyone except straight white men and it is disheartneing at best.
To spend your days feeling more like a resident of the fictitious Gilead of The HandMaids Tale rather than a resident of the United States with full rights to bodily autonomy is a serious mind-fuck given it is 2023 and yet it is important we keep in mind that no matter what laws are passed we are still the keepers of our innate bodily autonomy and the more knowledgeable we are about our bodies the more power we hold.
With schools pressured into ditching factual and credible sex education for abstinence propaganda Americans are becoming less and less educated about their own bodies. Studies show that as many as 25% of women cannot correctly label a chart of reproductive anatomy, and then number is even worse for men.
So while the Venn diagram of Liberal Quilter / bodily autonomy was not on anyone’s bingo card for this century it is exactly where we find ourselves and who better than the BadAss Quilters Society to talk about it?
And How nifty that the V-gram looks rather quilty eh?
(The following bits (ahem) are part of an affiliation I have with Parlor Games)
So in the name of education and because it seems I have no shame I have something cool to share with you.. after all I am a “sharer”.. no matter if it is a cool new rotary cutter or in this case a cream to make your neither regions healthier and happier I am excited that I have been partnering with Parlor Games (You might recognize the name, they were one of the sponsors of the Lady Garden Challenge) and their line of bioidentical topical creams that I found after a painful run-in with tender skin that started ripping** due to what I learned was a drastic hormone shift post hysterectomy (yeah, ALSO not on my bingo card!) – My Doc never mentioned to watch out for this… and yet it is quite common.
The ripped tissue made it VERY hard to sit at my sewing machine (if you know, you know) so as I got some great results from their Silky Peach Cream I reached out to the ladies at Parlor Games to know more and I was excited about their very open approach as well as being pleased with their products so in the spirit of education, sharing and the BadAss Spirit that is just what I have done.
Now if your “Kitty” is currently happy, just file this information away for later since upwards of 45% of women have issues with their genital skin in their peri and post menopausal years so there is a chance you will need it. And if this is currently a thing for you, it is not uncommon and it does not have to go untreated, education is POWER, power boosts our bodily autonomy.
The folks at Parlor Games know that everyone is different and they have set up a way for you to try their Silky Peach Cream for 40% off ( this is how I first found them and the product that helped me so much).. So if you want to give it a try you can click here –> SILKY PEACH CREAM
( end of Affiliate sharing)
So there you go, in one post I not only offered you the wondrous mash up of Quilters and the need for fierce advocation for bodily Autonomy but also told you about my torn up “kitty” and how I solved my problem.. I bet your day is now complete, you can thank me later.
** Went looking for the gruesome detail huh? – deep breath – I got out of the bath and sat my naked self down on my bed sheets and went to “scootch” back pushing off from the floor and rest as they say is history. The thinning skin in contact with the bed ripped a 1 inch gash which made me scream all my very best curse words having thought I somehow had pulled myself over a razor blade ( it hurt that much) – End scene.
