Dental Dam

When I was living in my first apartment after college, my manager was an employee of Planned Parenthood. One day she slipped pamphlets on safe sex under all of the doors in the building. We had a great time laughing at the suggestions and illustrations in it. This is the first time I had ever heard of the term "dental dam." It was hillarious!! Especially since, as far as I was concerned, an unlubricated condom was an unusuable condom. (To you who aren't "in the know" a dental dam is a condom cut in half and used as a shield during oral sex.)

Not that I had a lot of sexual experience at that time. Or that I stood up for myself and what I wanted, or didn't want. I would pretty much shut down and put on the "yes, I want this too" act if a guy wanted to fool around or have sex with me. Thankfully (in retrospect) not a lot of guys tried to take advantage of me. So I have far less therapy to pay for than I could have.

It's so weird that current sexual issues now make me think of my son. My 2 year old son. I worry about the messages he's growing up with and the hormones he'll have to fight in puberty. I worry about him having sex at a young age, or having unhealthy sexual issues. Man, talk about mind fucking myself over something that is WAY out of my control and WAY in the future. Of course, I have a lot of current things to mind fuck myself about, but there's nothing like adding to the gigantic pile, right?

Very heavy stuff. So let's end with a fun story, huh!?! One morning my PP manager told us that she had to take a "sample" into the doctor in the morning since her new boyfriend kept giving her bladder infections. That night we heard her and her boyfriend in her apartment and decided she might need a little present to stave off another infection. The next morning she found a bottle of cranberry juice and was PISSED. I guess she was advanced enough to tell all her tenants about it, but didn't have the nerve to tell her boyfriend.

Ahh. . . good times!!!