Uh-oh.
Sex nauseates me.
It's not the guy, it's the act. And the noises. And the smells. And the movement. Ohhh I hope this is a fluke. I hope it was a bad combination of chicken garlic pizza and beer and hash that made my tummy go sideways. But I'm not sure. Watching the porno was what got to me. These chicks are getting slammed, and you KNOW it's gotta hurt. The look on one girl's face said it all:excruciating, but I'm doing this for the $crilla. Well, not me, man, I'm fucking done.
I can't hate sex. No. That's even MORE fucked up than everything else about me. What the shit? Who hates sex?? Seriously, I feel like less of a woman because of it. My feminine wiles are not up to snuff. Not to mention the way I may have made him feel.
I really hope I'm just sick. I swear I have a fever but I can't find a thermometer that I can confidently say is NOT the rectal kind.
My hair is driving my bonkers. I'm *this close* to shearing it all off. I know how Medusa must've felt. In fact, I'd rather have a nest of snakes up there that whatever the hell roadkill thing is going on right now. Fuck.
I need a nap; I'm not tired. I need coffee; my tummy's twisted. I need a massage, but if you touch me I may break your arm. Little testy today are we?
Boys beware: graphic menstrual rant under the tempting spoiler tag...
Sex nauseates me.
It's not the guy, it's the act. And the noises. And the smells. And the movement. Ohhh I hope this is a fluke. I hope it was a bad combination of chicken garlic pizza and beer and hash that made my tummy go sideways. But I'm not sure. Watching the porno was what got to me. These chicks are getting slammed, and you KNOW it's gotta hurt. The look on one girl's face said it all:excruciating, but I'm doing this for the $crilla. Well, not me, man, I'm fucking done.
I can't hate sex. No. That's even MORE fucked up than everything else about me. What the shit? Who hates sex?? Seriously, I feel like less of a woman because of it. My feminine wiles are not up to snuff. Not to mention the way I may have made him feel.
I really hope I'm just sick. I swear I have a fever but I can't find a thermometer that I can confidently say is NOT the rectal kind.
My hair is driving my bonkers. I'm *this close* to shearing it all off. I know how Medusa must've felt. In fact, I'd rather have a nest of snakes up there that whatever the hell roadkill thing is going on right now. Fuck.
I need a nap; I'm not tired. I need coffee; my tummy's twisted. I need a massage, but if you touch me I may break your arm. Little testy today are we?
Boys beware: graphic menstrual rant under the tempting spoiler tag...
No, I totally get what you're saying about the sex thing. I've had that happen before, maybe not to that extent, but I've been in a position where I just wasn't working for me. If I had to have it like that, I didn't want it at all. You'll get over it.