Two of my friends are visiting and it is like a menses divination extravaganza from the purple aura of planet venus.

I want to celebrate and converse with our flowers of delight. Commune with the moon goddess and shed our yang energy as the yin essence penetrates our yonis.

I yearn to howl at the multiverse while garlands of gardenias grace our pink flesh.

My soul aches as we sew our sister souls and praise our spirit guides with satchels of sage scented femininity.

So… yeah… fun times. The Munch has two little friends to play with too, and I can tell they are doing their own sacred ceremony as they chase balls, eat graham crackers, and read a book about a lost hedgehog.