condoms

I remembered during puberty, through the anorexic mists of intermittent menstrual cycles, that man, my father, lifting Shirley's nightdress over her head and asking her in his mocking way to choose what colour condom she wanted. 'Red or yellow?' Which did she choose? I can't remember. Perhaps she alternated. Perhaps there were other colours. It didn't happen once. It happened again and again. I had no power to stop it. That man, my father, had some control over me. I was drugged by the black silence in that big house, the vile whiff of aftershave, the crushing torment of inevitability. My father fucked Shirley using red or yellow condoms and it was those condoms that brought it all to an end. It was my last realization of the day; any more would have been too much to contemplate. That time when my mother had found used condoms in bedroom, he had admitted, after a pointless burst my father's of denial, that he had been going to prostitutes. That was no doubt true but I can't imagine clients take used condoms away with them; prostitutes would surely get rid of the things. No. My father kept those used condoms as a prize. He was fucking his fourteen-year-old-daughter. He was proud of it. Rebecca welled up with tears. Poor thing, she kept saying. Poor thing.

She gave me money to buy condoms, and instead I bought a book of baby names. That__ life. That__ love. That__ fiscally irresponsible._

To some believers, being on the pill or using a condom is a nonverbal way of telling God to go to hell.

Condoms seemed to her inherently wicked. But they were also inherently funny. They were like rubber gloves with only one finger, and every time she saw one she had to be severe with herself or she__ get the giggles, a terrifying thought because the man might think you were laughing at him, at his dick, at its size, and that would be fatal.

... I believe strongly in condoms. They avert babies and disease. They make you seem responsible, not slutty. They make the girl relax too, because you__e taking care of the risky part. Like you__e a professional. Roll it on, squeeze the tip, turn back to her, ready, set go. Like I__ just done a little disappearing act on myself and became something confident and wonderful. You can__ see through my latex disguise! You will love this so let__ get down! You don__ want to know how many times this worked in my favor.God I feel like a fucking asshole sometimes. All the time, really.

Safe sex is an act of self love.

AIDS would have claimed fewer lives if we had publicly recommended what I wish to call __he Presumption of Sickness,_ i.e., the principle that whomever we are about to sleep with is HIV-positive until proven HIV-negative.

Your generation has been the target of incredible disinformation on the subject of premarital sex, which is another enticing addictive behavior to be considered. In this instance, our own government is responsible for much of the confusion. For some thirty years, federal and state programs have promoted a concept its promoters call "safe sex," which refers to the use of condoms in sexual intercourse. Billions of dollars have been spent telling young people that they can have sex__ots of really good sex__ithout suffering from the consequences of it. Condoms, they say, will solve all the problems.

Some women would not have contracted an STD or STDs had they not been on the pill.

Having sex with a condom is like eating chocolate with the wrap on.

It seemed to me, watching, that if you were dextrous enough to gift-wrap an independent-minded amphibian, you could just about manage a condom.

Nowadays, you can do anything that you want__nal, oral, fisting__ut you need to be wearing gloves, condoms, protection.

Men who refuse to use condoms do not deserve to be fucked by anyone but other men who refuse to use condoms.

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren__ for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.

Although every person makes mistakes, not every mistake makes a person.

Some men would not still be HIV negative or alive, if they had managed to sleep with some of the women with whom they want or wanted to have sex.

I bought a packet of Trojan® Ultra Pleasure Extra Sensitive condoms: __o. 1 in AMERICA_. They smell nothing like a positive first sexual experience.

Expired condoms are like nuclear waste: there's nothing sensible you can do with it.