Dear family, friends, and strangers: I am writing this message on behalf of women all over the world who do not have children, are not having more children, cannot have children, and any scenario that relates to our desire and/or ability to reproduce. STOP asking us when we are having kids, if we want them, what we are waiting for, if we are making room for another and ALL the invasive questions and comments (usually before an audience) that for so many, are painful and damn offensive. Some of you are as comfortable walking into our reproductive journey as you are a 7-11 and we wish you would stop. “Stop telling…
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His Son’s Mom
So I met this guy at a friend’s party and we hit it off. He was a gawjus [gorgeous] chocolate man…nice body, dressed well, smelled good, and he was funny. [Lord knows I love me a funny man!] He asked me for my number and we kept in touch after the party. Since I had a habit of going on dates with limited pre-discussions [i.e. not enough pre-date screening], I wanted to take the time to converse with this guy to learn a little bit more about him before going out.
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Grow Up
So I’ve known this guy for quite a few years and we would link up sporadically for drinks and a fun time [Not sex, but an actual fun time outside of the bedroom. Hello! That actually happens you know.] This one time a while back we went out, got super drunk, and made out in his car….that was the first time I experienced the penis [dun dun dun]. The Plot Thickens, But Not His Penis When I felt it, it felt like a pencil, but I thought to myself “this can’t be real”, so I fondled him some more to make sure that was his penis…this dude didn’t even stop me…
