Last night I sat and thought oh my Lord. It’s happened.
I am actually contemplating being intimate with someone.
I am actually thinking about doing something that feels like I haven’t done in years.
I am going lingerie shopping for them.
Then like a bullet it hit me.
I’M GOING TO HAVE TO START BUYING CONDOMS AGAIN.
Not that I’m so wild child freak, or even some slutty slut type.
I am just a safety girl whether with a girl or with a guy.
Rather for regular use or a dental dam my life is sacred and I won’t chance to die.
Me in my own little world of the beautiful chaos that is lovemaking and my mind goes.
I’M GOING TO HAVE TO START BUYING CONDOMS AGAIN.
My pride not hurt or even my ego.
My life not destroyed nor in a limbo.
I’m 32 and plan to live to the nice age of 102.
Not a cough, hiccup or even the flu.
It’s okay. I’m happy and yes I’ll do it again.
To be safe and not sorry to buy condoms again.