“Does the commissary have any more tampons?” My bunkie shook her head. “I already asked when I went by there.” I panicked. “What are we gonna do? I’ve got six left, and I had to count them under my bed so no one would ask me for one. I’ll need them next week. I’m a terrible human being.”
Having My Period in Prison Was Awful. In Texas, That May Finally Change.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019