geometricalfuck

Strange what time means...
Sunday morning, my girlfriend and I made love just before window shopping in Royal Oak. A powerful orgasm rolled our eyes beneath lids and sheets, making beads of sweat roll down our thighs. I looked into her eyes almost uncontrollably, before she lifted herself away. The condom we'd worn was entirely MIA. Tossing pillows and rustling sheets caused no avail. The condom had disappeared within the confines of her body. First, I tried searching but came to no conclusion. She, on the other hand (no pun intended) took a menacing four minutes to extract the yellow rubber. Wild-eyed, we read eachother's faces in sheer horror.
break
Now, I've been having sex since 16, and never has this occurred before. It was as if someone had pulled me from a drunken stupor and asked me to explain astro-fucking-physics to a classroom of ADHD ridden 7th graders. I was completely dumbfounded. But...I digress. Sorry for unnecessary tangents.
So today, she visited the OBGYN, received a tiny pill which will eradicate any new life forming within her, as well as 30 pills (5 placebos) which will ensure such a problem never exists again.
But what I'm thinking is how strange it is that a human life could've been formed and tossed away in a period of 72 hours. I'm in no way some wacko conservative "PRO-LIFE" fucker; and in all actuality, I'm pro-abortion (in the sense that if a couple is not ready to bring life into this world, no child should receive such a punishment). But the whole situation is weird.

I feel shitty. Here, her stomach will be all fucked up and out of wack for a good two days, while I'm fucking around writing and doing my own thing. I payed for the pills, but that's not really retribution. Females have it tough...super tough. I mean guys have a cycle similar to menstruation. We have our moodiness and destruction/creation of new hormones, but it just isn't the same. It's not like we have a cock doctor who requires our attendance every 6 months to put an inverted vice into our bodies. We just have some fucker rub our balls and make us cough every two years or so.
I don't know. Maybe I'll continue disregarding my term paper, get drunk, and punch myself in the testicles a few times just to see how it feels.
This whole Women's Studies course is fucking me up. I see things in a new light. I've reconsidered old convictions, feel guilt towards old times...blah...blah...blah. Fuck. Ignorance is bliss, and I'm in a terrible state of awareness nowadays.
Fuckin' A...I might even embark on the "Take Back the Night" march tomorrow night on my University campus. I'm either becoming gay or considerate.