CrimsonInferno
02-08-2008, 08:22 PM
"Cramps"
Written by: Blk Sapphire
Dear Diary,
Uuuuugh, I hate this time of the month, it's the pits. All I can do is be a vegetable, drug myself up with painkillers, drink hot chocolate and pray the cramps go away. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I'm a woman, and why the hell I have to end up bearing the burden of some man's child one day. And yet, I can't help but grin a little bit because I know I'm not pregnant right now. Last time I saw Charlie, I f'ed up again. I didn't use a condom, and I was worried that he'd ejaculate inside of me. He never does, he doesn't want to get me pregnant either... but sometimes it's all so intense I'm surprised he can keep it all in and not squirt me full of his juices. Oops! Was that too explicit, diary? I'm sorry, but it's true. Instead of filling up my ***** he messes up everywhere else because he believes I think it's sexy. In all honesty, it makes me a little queasy inside. I just don't say anything though...
It's all fascinating how the opposite sex works, right? Or rather, it's all fascinating how sex works in general. You need a man and a woman to have it all function prettily because a woman's vagina is shaped in a way to perfectly fit in a man's penis all nice and warmly. I mean, that's why a tampon looks the way it does! I remember someone having the audacity to say that she didn't like to wear tampons because they resemble a penis too much, and she feels as if men are controlling her body. Well, I didn't say a word to her, but I couldn't help but to toss her a look that clearly said, "Well, how else would tampons fit if they weren't shaped the way they were?" Now, don't get me wrong here diary... You know that I swing both ways and yet I'm realistic about how my vagina looks and functions. Am I being explicit again? Sorry, I guess I have changed a lot since I was a kid, huh? I'm no longer as supposedly innocent as I used to be... I blame that on him. I'll remind you about who that is possibly later...
Hmm, you know, I'm sitting here wondering how my future is going to turn out. I know, a little bit off from what I was talking about beforehand. Though...is it going to be all cookies and cream with fudge splurged on top or a pile of dog sh*t on hot pavement making everything else smell like sh*t? Or maybe a combination of the both? Hopefully a little bit of both because what is life without its own cramps, you know? Life won't be much without the little sharp jabs in the lower abdomen every once and awhile because isn't that what makes us stronger? Even if those cramps royally hurt, and make you want to cry while you hold onto your stomach, wanting someone to pet you to make it all better, isn't that what struggle is all about? "Without struggle, there is no progess," said Frederick Douglas long ago. I can't stand the pain right now but after the pain goes away I'm still standing up straight, aren't I? I won't have the posture of early man when this is all said and done.
Even with all the pain though, I at times stumble and fall hard...and I wonder if God still thinks I'm worthy of being helped up...probably not.
P.S.
What does the big guy upstairs truly think of me anyways?
Written by: Blk Sapphire
Dear Diary,
Uuuuugh, I hate this time of the month, it's the pits. All I can do is be a vegetable, drug myself up with painkillers, drink hot chocolate and pray the cramps go away. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I'm a woman, and why the hell I have to end up bearing the burden of some man's child one day. And yet, I can't help but grin a little bit because I know I'm not pregnant right now. Last time I saw Charlie, I f'ed up again. I didn't use a condom, and I was worried that he'd ejaculate inside of me. He never does, he doesn't want to get me pregnant either... but sometimes it's all so intense I'm surprised he can keep it all in and not squirt me full of his juices. Oops! Was that too explicit, diary? I'm sorry, but it's true. Instead of filling up my ***** he messes up everywhere else because he believes I think it's sexy. In all honesty, it makes me a little queasy inside. I just don't say anything though...
It's all fascinating how the opposite sex works, right? Or rather, it's all fascinating how sex works in general. You need a man and a woman to have it all function prettily because a woman's vagina is shaped in a way to perfectly fit in a man's penis all nice and warmly. I mean, that's why a tampon looks the way it does! I remember someone having the audacity to say that she didn't like to wear tampons because they resemble a penis too much, and she feels as if men are controlling her body. Well, I didn't say a word to her, but I couldn't help but to toss her a look that clearly said, "Well, how else would tampons fit if they weren't shaped the way they were?" Now, don't get me wrong here diary... You know that I swing both ways and yet I'm realistic about how my vagina looks and functions. Am I being explicit again? Sorry, I guess I have changed a lot since I was a kid, huh? I'm no longer as supposedly innocent as I used to be... I blame that on him. I'll remind you about who that is possibly later...
Hmm, you know, I'm sitting here wondering how my future is going to turn out. I know, a little bit off from what I was talking about beforehand. Though...is it going to be all cookies and cream with fudge splurged on top or a pile of dog sh*t on hot pavement making everything else smell like sh*t? Or maybe a combination of the both? Hopefully a little bit of both because what is life without its own cramps, you know? Life won't be much without the little sharp jabs in the lower abdomen every once and awhile because isn't that what makes us stronger? Even if those cramps royally hurt, and make you want to cry while you hold onto your stomach, wanting someone to pet you to make it all better, isn't that what struggle is all about? "Without struggle, there is no progess," said Frederick Douglas long ago. I can't stand the pain right now but after the pain goes away I'm still standing up straight, aren't I? I won't have the posture of early man when this is all said and done.
Even with all the pain though, I at times stumble and fall hard...and I wonder if God still thinks I'm worthy of being helped up...probably not.
P.S.
What does the big guy upstairs truly think of me anyways?