HOLLAAAA, ‘nother episode from my peeps at the Midwest Teen Sex Show. We’re talking about BC (birth control) today, which is weird for reasons I’ll explain after the video:
Ok, so like I was saying, it’s kind of weird that we’re talking about BC today. Recently, I have become extremely paranoid about the length of time I’ve been on birth control pills. It’s been ten years straight. As you get older and learn more about the horrendous way that age “does you in” you start to get scared. All the risks that start compiling past 30, associated with fertility and cancer and spontaneous clots. Not. Cool. Besides, 10 years of my life I have been on man-made hormones. That means I don’t really know who my au naturale self is. That’s just unacceptable. SO. I took the leap. I stopped taking BC pills.
In case you’re wondering, yes, I am a fucking mess. I don’t even know what’s going on half the time, I cry over everything, I’m mad one minute, confused the next, calm the next and then angry again. I snap at anyone who I think is deemed stupid (which is most people) and stare down children at the supermarket like a grumpy old maid. But it’s only been a month. It takes the body/mind a while to adjust. In the interim, I’ve gone back to condoms and am looking into the copper IUD method of BC. It involves no hormones, can last up to 10 years, <1% risk of inflammatory infections/complications. Not bad. I’ll keep you updated…
Until then, USE A CONDOM, PEOPLE!