I would never be even near a woman that passes a log. It's one of the nastiest things I can imagine.
My own odor is pleasant when I have to do my business. But can you imagine the scent of a woman? Like a litter box that has not been changed in a year.
You know, they complain all the time about the bleeding. And I guess that happens, but it is their own fault for not sopping up the blood with an absorbent. They could at least TRY to be clean.
In Christ