I generally demur because I assume he won’t be into it, and because I hate doing laundry. But if he were to insist, I wouldn’t freak out at him. As it happens, my SO is quite happy with manual that or any other time of the month, but he doesn’t like the taste much when I’m spotting - too metallic with a bitter overtone - and hasn’t sampled my wares during heavy flow.
**tumbleddown **has it right, I think. I’m inhibited by it because it’s blood (well, half blood) and there’s a pretty strong taboo against smearing blood on people in my culture. Add to that that it’s blood from “down there”, and there’s an extra layer of taboo on top of taboo. And my inhibition persists, despite quite a bit of cultural retraining. I can enjoy public nudity at appropriate festivals. I can discuss the merits of a DivaCup in mixed company. I would gladly catch someone’s baby were they to have it in front of me. I love vaginas, and I’m not shy about them. But I still assume that most men’s reaction to noticing I’m on my period during sexyfuntime is going to be like highrollinwooded’s, and I’d rather avoid that embarrassment.
I’m open enough that if my partner were to confide in me that it’s something he’d always wanted to try, I’d be game for it. But I’m culturally conditioned enough to be surprised by it, and to begin with the assumption that we’ll have to amuse ourselves some other way a few days a month.