Corrigan’s column appears to have been an attempt at satire, but the fact that he’s an incredibly shitty writer means it fell far short of the intended goal. Instead it just reads like a string of misogynist jokes glued together with flapping noises from his butt cheeks.
The thought of Mooncups grossed me out so much I decided to actually use one and write about how repulsive the experience was. Turns out they're all absorbancies of awesome. Except they don't absorb anything, they sort of "collect". A collection of awesome.
As most of you have probably worked out by now, I am a boy/male/unfemale. So, like, it’s impossible for me to menstruate. So my non-existent vagina doesn’t bleed. But my soul does. At how bad my skin is right now. CHRIST. Yeah that’s right, I’m on my boy-period.