Reinventing Your Exit
I haven't had my period in 2 months exactly. Two. Months. Every day I cross my fingers and pray to the pro-choice, great and almighty Turtle/Fertility God that I'm not pregnant- or at least pregnant with something cool, make it a baby with two heads or extraordinary big feet. You know, something worth the hassle.
Another fucked up thing, I'm really PMSing. I have ALL of the symptoms- mood swings (especially the mood swings), cramps, all the shitty parts plus two more.
Great. I'm having seven problems right now, and the lack of blood is five of them.
Let's recall all my sexual encounters: .. I don't remember. But it's a good thing I have a blog, isn't it. I know I had sex after I got my period the last time. Victim was The Company, but I'm a hundred percent positive that we used a condom. I must admit that by then, I hadn't been on the Pill anymore. I do remember that he didn't get off inside me, though, so whatever, he's not it (and now PLEASE don't ask me about guys and condoms and not getting off- "boo hoo, that condom is too thick, bo-hoo-hoo", girls, make sure the condoms are tight, unless you really really really like blow jobs).
Then there was the Perfect Guy whom I've had in my fantasies. He was the best lover I've ever had and I'm sure he pushed some life into me. He would have, anyway, but as a matter of fact, it was only mental sex, so let's go on.
Uh-Oh. Permanent Crush. The car quickie. It's coming back to me right now. I wish he was still there so I could call and ask him, but he's cruising through the bays of Australia right now. And I'd freak him out anyway. I am positive about the presence of a rubber during the incident, but I wouldn't be so sure about how long it lasted being healthy (it was really an awkward situation and I could imagine it being torn apart while we were trying to settle the position. A car isn't always the best place to fuck, since he's all rough. He makes sure I'm wearing the "Just Got Beaten Up" look).
Anyway. I am in dire need of a pregnancy test, and I have one more month left for an abortion. Yee-haa.
Another fucked up thing, I'm really PMSing. I have ALL of the symptoms- mood swings (especially the mood swings), cramps, all the shitty parts plus two more.
Great. I'm having seven problems right now, and the lack of blood is five of them.
Let's recall all my sexual encounters: .. I don't remember. But it's a good thing I have a blog, isn't it. I know I had sex after I got my period the last time. Victim was The Company, but I'm a hundred percent positive that we used a condom. I must admit that by then, I hadn't been on the Pill anymore. I do remember that he didn't get off inside me, though, so whatever, he's not it (and now PLEASE don't ask me about guys and condoms and not getting off- "boo hoo, that condom is too thick, bo-hoo-hoo", girls, make sure the condoms are tight, unless you really really really like blow jobs).
Then there was the Perfect Guy whom I've had in my fantasies. He was the best lover I've ever had and I'm sure he pushed some life into me. He would have, anyway, but as a matter of fact, it was only mental sex, so let's go on.
Uh-Oh. Permanent Crush. The car quickie. It's coming back to me right now. I wish he was still there so I could call and ask him, but he's cruising through the bays of Australia right now. And I'd freak him out anyway. I am positive about the presence of a rubber during the incident, but I wouldn't be so sure about how long it lasted being healthy (it was really an awkward situation and I could imagine it being torn apart while we were trying to settle the position. A car isn't always the best place to fuck, since he's all rough. He makes sure I'm wearing the "Just Got Beaten Up" look).
Anyway. I am in dire need of a pregnancy test, and I have one more month left for an abortion. Yee-haa.
skysurfer - Aug 11, 14:46
