I am a man who wears maxi pads
I recall my mom ordering me at the age of thirteen, to walk a mile north to Kofflers Drug Mart, the local pharmacy. “Your sister and I are stuck on toilets!” she implored. “Buy us a large box of Kotex! And a carton of smokes!” Reluctantly, I proceeded on an expedition of mercy. A faithful, dutiful sucker of a son.