No entrar con llamas

Not going in with flames means four weeks of blood and cramps a month. They are the plastic doll from Once Upon a Time... the human body. They are period panties that smell like lemon disinfectant and leftovers from the butcher section of the supermarket. They are night terrors. They are cancers-of-something. They are sad sex and the cinnamon smell of burned skin. They are the fantasy of destroying the largest sex shop in the city with the enthusiasm of someone who is going to a Lidl, an IKEA or a Makro for the first time. They are falling in love with the boy or girl who has eyes the color of the Oral-B logo...