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Break On Through to the Other Side My ranting about condoms is apparently unending. So here it is: another story about condoms and my love/hate relationship with them. So, sex with my latest flame, James, is fucking fantastic. We’ve been dating for a few weeks now, and I am very pleased about the way things are going in bed. We seem to have the same ideas about what we want sexually, and what we want to give each other, and how often (lots!). James and I both have fairly extensive condom stashes, the contents of which were acquired for free from various sources. There’s never been any discussion about whether or not to use them; we’ve just been usin’ em. Lots of ‘em. All different brands and colors and textures. And then: a minor disaster. We were banging doggystyle, and things were feeling really great. James finished and pulled out, only to discover, to our dismay, that the rubber had broken! No wonder it felt so damn good! Ugh. I’m not on birth control at this time, so I picked up a pack of Plan B the next day. For those of you who may not know, Plan B is known by other such monikers as Emergency Contraception, the 72-Hour Pill, and the Morning After Pill. This contraceptive measure is 1 or 2 pills of high-ass doses of progestin, estrogen, or both (the same hormones found in other forms of hormonal birth control, like the pill, patch, shot, or ring). A lady who is not already on birth control, and who is concerned that she may be accidentally knocked up (usually from condom breakage or dumb drunk sex), has up to 72 hours from the time of the “accident” to take these pills in order to prevent pregnancy. There are good and bad things about the Morning After Pill. On the whole, I am very grateful that it exists. Even so, I wish I didn’t have to take it. It’s kind of expensive, and the hormones make you a little cray-cray. The day after I popped the pills, I felt pretty out of it, tired and a little light-headed. But it was super easy to get the pills; they’re available without a prescription at any pharmacy. No doctors, no waiting. I was pleased by the ease of obtaining the pills. When I was in college, I had to pick up the Morning After a couple times from the school health clinic. Each time they’d have you come behind the counter and sit in this chair behind a wall divider. The pharmacist would give every unfortunate young lady a little talk about how the pills worked, and ask the girl questions about what happened to make them end up in this situation. I believe this was intended as a method of sexual education for these burgeoning sexual beings, but I rather felt like I had to sit in the chair of shame. Yeah, I knew I fucked up when I got a dude’s jizz all up in my business. Give me the damn pills and let me go back to my dorm room! But, now I am older and more responsible. I shelled over $46 (as a girlfriend reminded me: a lot cheaper than a $400 abortion, or 18 years of supporting a kid!). James was a totally sweet and responsible male sexual partner, and he offered to pay for half before I even went to the pharmacy. GUYS: this is the right thing to do- always! If you are sleeping with a girl regularly, you should pay for half the birth control, no matter what kind! I mean it: condoms, pills, IUD procedure, abortion. For real. It takes your sperm plus her egg to make the baby. Be a man and take half the responsibility.   Anyway, I took the pills and felt a little weird, but now I feel fine. James and I agreed to never use Durex condoms again (the culprit in this whole debacle). Then, last night we were doing it again, in the same position, and another condom broke! FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Luckily, James realized this before he came, so I didn’t have to go through all the pill BS again. But this time it was a Lifestyles brand condom. This leaves us with very little trust in the condom industry- these are 2 of the 3 major brands! James made the assertion that perhaps his dick is more evolved than others, and his genes are selecting to make him bust through rubbers. I thought maybe I had destructive vagina lube that breaks down latex. Either way, we have vowed to stick with Trojans until the end of time. Or until I decide on another method of birth control, but that is a discussion for another day. Be safe, Lucy Favorite condom brands, y’all?

Break On Through to the Other Side

My ranting about condoms is apparently unending. So here it is: another story about condoms and my love/hate relationship with them.

So, sex with my latest flame, James, is fucking fantastic. We’ve been dating for a few weeks now, and I am very pleased about the way things are going in bed. We seem to have the same ideas about what we want sexually, and what we want to give each other, and how often (lots!).

James and I both have fairly extensive condom stashes, the contents of which were acquired for free from various sources. There’s never been any discussion about whether or not to use them; we’ve just been usin’ em. Lots of ‘em. All different brands and colors and textures. And then: a minor disaster. We were banging doggystyle, and things were feeling really great. James finished and pulled out, only to discover, to our dismay, that the rubber had broken! No wonder it felt so damn good! Ugh.

I’m not on birth control at this time, so I picked up a pack of Plan B the next day. For those of you who may not know, Plan B is known by other such monikers as Emergency Contraception, the 72-Hour Pill, and the Morning After Pill. This contraceptive measure is 1 or 2 pills of high-ass doses of progestin, estrogen, or both (the same hormones found in other forms of hormonal birth control, like the pill, patch, shot, or ring). A lady who is not already on birth control, and who is concerned that she may be accidentally knocked up (usually from condom breakage or dumb drunk sex), has up to 72 hours from the time of the “accident” to take these pills in order to prevent pregnancy.

There are good and bad things about the Morning After Pill. On the whole, I am very grateful that it exists. Even so, I wish I didn’t have to take it. It’s kind of expensive, and the hormones make you a little cray-cray. The day after I popped the pills, I felt pretty out of it, tired and a little light-headed. But it was super easy to get the pills; they’re available without a prescription at any pharmacy. No doctors, no waiting.

I was pleased by the ease of obtaining the pills. When I was in college, I had to pick up the Morning After a couple times from the school health clinic. Each time they’d have you come behind the counter and sit in this chair behind a wall divider. The pharmacist would give every unfortunate young lady a little talk about how the pills worked, and ask the girl questions about what happened to make them end up in this situation. I believe this was intended as a method of sexual education for these burgeoning sexual beings, but I rather felt like I had to sit in the chair of shame. Yeah, I knew I fucked up when I got a dude’s jizz all up in my business. Give me the damn pills and let me go back to my dorm room!

But, now I am older and more responsible. I shelled over $46 (as a girlfriend reminded me: a lot cheaper than a $400 abortion, or 18 years of supporting a kid!). James was a totally sweet and responsible male sexual partner, and he offered to pay for half before I even went to the pharmacy.

GUYS: this is the right thing to do- always! If you are sleeping with a girl regularly, you should pay for half the birth control, no matter what kind! I mean it: condoms, pills, IUD procedure, abortion. For real. It takes your sperm plus her egg to make the baby. Be a man and take half the responsibility.  

Anyway, I took the pills and felt a little weird, but now I feel fine. James and I agreed to never use Durex condoms again (the culprit in this whole debacle). Then, last night we were doing it again, in the same position, and another condom broke! FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Luckily, James realized this before he came, so I didn’t have to go through all the pill BS again. But this time it was a Lifestyles brand condom. This leaves us with very little trust in the condom industry- these are 2 of the 3 major brands!

James made the assertion that perhaps his dick is more evolved than others, and his genes are selecting to make him bust through rubbers. I thought maybe I had destructive vagina lube that breaks down latex. Either way, we have vowed to stick with Trojans until the end of time. Or until I decide on another method of birth control, but that is a discussion for another day.

Be safe,

Lucy

Favorite condom brands, y’all?

13 June 29
sexsex advicecondomsmorning after pillplan b
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  1. my-camera-roll reblogged this from gettingdowninchitown
  2. jeffms reblogged this from gettingdowninchitown and added:
    not get it. A lot...unwanted pregnancies...abortions would...
  3. jeffms answered: According to consumer reports the Trojan brand is the most durable. The Trojan ultra-thins felt the best and still got an excellent rating!
  4. johannahime answered: I don’t like condoms. :< I like it all natural. That’s bad since I’m 18. But I’d much rather take the birth control not for him but for me xD
  5. nellysworld answered: lol i have never trusted durex…they always split..such a shame for such a huge brand
  6. amysugden reblogged this from gettingdowninchitown
  7. fashionpiecelove reblogged this from gettingdowninchitown
  8. blackcatalystrecords reblogged this from gettingdowninchitown
  9. hellolmc answered: Trojan twisted pleasure or the “for her” ones
  10. muffinvsworld answered: Trojan lifer myself. always.
  11. littledidiknow answered: Trojan Ecstasy. (only $8 a box at Target!)
  12. faggotspice answered: I’ve mostly used trojan, when it was mine, when it was their stash, i really am not sure. ive had like 2 condoms break on me out of 8 times:/
  13. debrawrs answered: My boy and I like Trojan Thins. Most definitely a different feeling.
  14. gettingdowninchitown posted this

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