“Squicked,” in this sense, is a cross between icked-out and mildly-nauseated.
My boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind it; I am mildly embarrassed.
Neither of us finds it an adequate reason to forego sex.
I don’t mind sex then, but my wife isn’t interested in it at all. I think we have had sex during her period maybe twice in the 25 years we have been together. Right now we only have sex about once a month though so it is pretty easy to work around it.
It grosses my fiance’ more than me. It’s happened more than once that, while canoodling, I’d get up to retrieve a condom and she’d notice blood on my junk. She used to get pretty upset over it; much less so now that she knows I won’t freak out or get angry. Unfortunately, blood on our naughty bits tends to kill the mood for both of us.
BLEH!
Did you have to combine those two? It’s going to be a couple of days before I can look at tomato sauce again…
An old boyfriend tried to perform oral during my period which I declined. He told me he had “already earned his red wings” and it was no big deal. I had never heard the expression before and wouldn’t mind if I never hear it from a lover again.
Did you read the update (available as a link at the bottom of the Master’s original response)?
And speaking of red wings… nice username Lunar Saltlick. 
Well, I’ll be cotton-picked. I shall never trust Cece again. Perfect Master, indeed! ::scoffs:: 