I slipped into something more comfortable, slipped a condom and mints into my jacket pocket and headed out to talk to this young man. We sat on the porch and talked for hours! At almost five in the morning, we moved to the hotel lobby and intensified the flirting some more. He kissed my neck, told me how beautiful I was, I moved in closer and then he told me he was Trans.
Women have had a tumultuous relationship with the world for almost the beginning of time, I cannot imagine what it was like centuries, but today, it’s still a bloody mess. One major breakthrough for women was the inception of contraceptives. It turned things around for women. Although it still sucks that the sole responsibility of avoiding pregnancy is placed on women who are only fertile a few days a month as opposed to men who are fertile as loamy soil every single day is a patriarchal agenda that needs to be amputated.
The word ‘abortion’ already has a stigma to it, and for no good reason, if you ask me, just like condoms, it is a birth control measure. Those who are against abortions; and there are millions; make it seem as if women would be strolling into clinics to get abortions, but that is not the case.
All through the flight, he had managed to suppress his anxiety; he was finally going to see her again. The first half of the year was tedious for him; he had gotten a promotion at work, so he decided to take a break. Having never been to New York before he was delighted when this girl that he liked suggested they meet there.
After years of successfully detaching feelings from sex, having sex with someone you’re batshit in love with is a high like I’ve never smoked. There is something else I experienced for the first time that I didn’t even know existed, we can just sit and chill doing our own thing, not having sex and it is so lovely.
The final installment in a series chronicling the sexual adventures of S is about an act men seem to overlook: Foreplay