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I really hate when men complain about shit like “women can’t have casual sex without getting attached” but then will turn around and lie about wanting something serious and try to get women to have casual sex.
So something prompted me to read up on HPV today out of nowhere and it has me terrified. It’s super easy to contract apparently and you can get even if you use protection just from skin contact and except for pap smears, there’s no test for women under thirty to know if they have it and there’s no test for men at all so most people don’t know they have it because most people have no symptoms of it and it can just be in your body for two years and 75-80% of people will have it at some point during their lifetime and there is no cure and some strains can lead to genital warts or cancer.
Why is the world full of this kind of shit?
Update: yes I am going to try to get the vaccines asap but what about the other 30+ non-cancer causing strains of the virus?
And pap smears aren’t recommended for people under 21.
I don’t know how to easily or quickly explain my sexuality when it comes to women. I’m most definitely attracted to them. I can see a woman and get turned on. And I love to watch women be pleasured/fucked… with men, or women or other genders. I can get off on that.
When I had a girlfriend, I was able to become aroused when we were together sexually, but oddly, I think that’s the extent of it. There was this lack of romantic interest, and maybe that could have been just with her, but I think it may be with women in general. So far, I can’t see myself being romantically interested in women. And sometimes that romance adds an extra facet to sex that’s unique.
I have a really hard time breaking shit to people when they’re not assholes about it. I’m sure if you brag about sexual prowess but you ain’t shit, I probably wouldn’t have any problem telling you. But the ex was sweet and I didn’t wanna watch him crumble to dust with the bad news. I did admit to faking an orgasm before we even technically fucked. He was too upset with himself for me to want to tell him again that when we actually had sex (even though it was only once) that it wasn’t great (or good).
I chalked it up to his dorm’s lack of privacy and tiny ass bed, bottom bunk. Yeah, my standards may drop when my throat is extremely dry, but he didn’t have to drop the ball.