Period Story

by Sibyll Kalff

HERE IS THE OPEN CALL: CAN YOU TELL ME A STORY ABOUT YOUR PERIOD?

Your response may be as little as a phrase, a word, or as much as a sentence or story!  
I'm just excited to hear YOUR thoughts and feelings in your own words.

WHAT? Yeah, really! What was your first period like?  Am I the only one that feels like 
I have a new visitor each month even though I've had it now for 20 years!  
Do you have hilarious period story? A painful period story? An erotic period story? I can't wait to know!!!!

WHO ARE YOU? 
I am a performance artist  interested in creating unique stories for the stage.   
I would greatly appreciate your menstruation stories to support the development of my next theatre piece.

WHERE? 
The piece will be performed at an intimate venue in New York and/or Chicago later this fall.

IS THIS FOR REAL? Yes and please note:

I can offer you a video of the show if your story is included. All names will be fictionalized.
I will include your name in the program acknowledgments, unless you request otherwise.
I will retain the exclusive rights to the content of the piece.
Thank you for your support! And, of course, I can't wait to hear from you!

Catron Booker
Performance Reel: www.nowcasting.com/catronbooker

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hi there...

my story for your project...

i was living in my attic in c-city and had my "bloody days" very strong - and when the story took place 
- i was insanely broke, had no dime for days and friends were out of town. 
i had no money to buy my any sanitary pads, tampons or anything and even nearly ran out of toilet paper 
- so i had for a day or three really horribly bloody bedsheets, not that i-d ever wanted or planned.

as i had no washing machine myself or any close either, i tried to wash some per hand, it did totally not 
work out - but i had this huge attic space - where i was drying them... looked really a little like a 
bizarre art installation... (should have taken some pictures, but had no film in my camera...)

i was working on my computer, a der friend rang my doorbell to drop in for a coffee, we had great 
rock n roll talks and i was totally absent minded and forgot about the bloody sheets there. - 
we had the coffee in my "office" and he went later to use my toilet, and had to cross the attic part, 
came back and was looking very pale and confused and was acting alittle bit weird... - after the coffee, 
he left fast, which was alittle ununsual, too - (he was nice enough to lend me some money, even had some ... 
so i was happy that i could finally go and by tampons, s-pads, toilet paper, even food and cigarettes).

after he had left - i went to my toilet, too and of course saw all the totally bloody sheets "out there" 
and then was thinking, fuck, holy shit, of course he must have seen them all, too and must have thought 
what the hell was going on ...

i of course explained it all, as soon as i got hold of him again, but nevertheless later was confronted 
with the maddest rumours, that i would be now totally out of my mind, performing insane blood rituals in 
my attic and probably worse... - ...

(not to mention that i nearly always had my "bloody days" when starting or working the worst renovation/
construction jobs in the last 20 years, like having them and schlepping 45 cubicmeters debris from a 
construction site to the dumpster etc... )