Actually, upon further reflection, (and recurring infections), I've decided to be celibate. No joke.
Since none of my partners want to get tested, and are clearly reinfecting me, I'm removing myself from the equation. I'm tired of taking medications, paying for medical visits, the discomfort and inconvenience of having my pussy inspected by a stranger in a cold sterile room across town, the pregnancy and std worries when condoms break, and besides all this, the fact that 2 out of 3 men can't even make me cum. The risks outweigh the benefits. I'm not even getting paid for this. I'd have to be clinically insane to continue this ride.
They make vibrators and dildos that do a better job without disrupting my physical and emotional health, and they never do things that make me uncomfortable or make me feel like I need to shave or perform in any way or take their moods out on me. And I don't have to defend or explain feminism to them! (Ugh.) I can just BE.
Fortunately my sex drive is mild, so I'm fine with it. I do think it's healthy to have a really good orgasm with an actual living breathing soul at least once a month for full body relaxation, but, massage and meditation are other ways of achieving that. And I can express sexuality through dance, which is healthier and makes me so much happier and more energetic.
If anyone is cool with keeping it strictly cuddles, that I can do, although I already have pets who fulfill that. But this pussy is closed. Sorry fellas. I'm sure there's plenty of other vaginas who will be more enthusiastic about your wee-wee than I am.
Today I'm grateful for medical insurance! And my pets who keep the oxytocin flowing. And for bodily autonomy!
Happy Valentines Day to me, and women everywhere. <3
10:40 a.m. - 2020-02-13