“It’s my bleed,” she said bluntly. “It hurts. A lot.” “Oh,” said Gwen, somewhat relieved that Bridget wasn’t in danger of dying imminently of some obscure illness. “Oh. You should have said something! Is it always like this?” “Yes,” said Bridget, through gritted teeth. “Or worse.”
Gay AND endo or Pcos, double fucked in this time period
