Affairs of the Cunt
One of the backlashes of having sex is the associated diseases. I'm not talking hardcore STDs, just "little things" like thrush and cystitis.
What is all that about? Men don't suffer the same, but virtually every time I have a new sexual partner (even with the use of condoms) I get a yeast infection. And it's not pleasant.
Apart from the fact that it costs eleven pounds to buy one tablet to clear it up, you also have to go through the whole Boots Counter Experience. It's not all as jolly as in the Canesten Once advert I can tell you.
Whilst we're on this rather foul subject, I'll tell you about an STD test I once went for.
About six months ago now I was kind of seeing a friend who, after sleeping with me, complained of pain upon urinating. Rather kindly, he implied I may have given him a sexually transmitted disease.
Horrified and offended, I vowed to visit the GUM clinic the following day and trundled along to the relevant hospital appropriately situated in the heart of the city's red light zone.
Thankfully, I was given the all-clear, but not after a rancid experience which I never wish to repeat, which involved a harsh metal object shoved up my genitalia and a skewer-type device pierced into my urethra.
Never again. Thank you Tigerpants... lol.
What is all that about? Men don't suffer the same, but virtually every time I have a new sexual partner (even with the use of condoms) I get a yeast infection. And it's not pleasant.
Apart from the fact that it costs eleven pounds to buy one tablet to clear it up, you also have to go through the whole Boots Counter Experience. It's not all as jolly as in the Canesten Once advert I can tell you.
Whilst we're on this rather foul subject, I'll tell you about an STD test I once went for.
About six months ago now I was kind of seeing a friend who, after sleeping with me, complained of pain upon urinating. Rather kindly, he implied I may have given him a sexually transmitted disease.
Horrified and offended, I vowed to visit the GUM clinic the following day and trundled along to the relevant hospital appropriately situated in the heart of the city's red light zone.
Thankfully, I was given the all-clear, but not after a rancid experience which I never wish to repeat, which involved a harsh metal object shoved up my genitalia and a skewer-type device pierced into my urethra.
Never again. Thank you Tigerpants... lol.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 9:42 pm
Yep the physical manifestation of love actually, really as a diseased cunt is just another hammerpunch in the bruised, slack-jawed, drooling, blinded face of romance.