You deleted the post before I got a chance to submit my response, but your fuckery needs to be seen and called out. So here is the thread in its entirety.
girls
try to imagine someone putting a layer of plastic around the whole of the outside and inside of your vagina… the feeling goes down faster than the titanic did.
thats effectively what its like for guys
The Titanic took fucking ages to sink compared to an erection, dude.
Also, I recommend a) more lube and b) more foreplay post-putting-on-of-condom. A cock ring might help, too.
You wanna know what else kinda kills the mood?
Herpes, syphilis, chlamydia, gonorrhea.
A positive pregnancy test when you really don’t want one.
Any number of opportunistic infections that are commonly seen in people with HIV/AIDS.
Seriously, look up pictures and videos of end-stage AIDS patients. Hold some one you love as they are gasping for air because fluid is filling up their lungs, sores covering their body that is nothing more than bones wrapped in skin. Or, just take it from me that it is one of the most horrific things you will ever witness.
Then tell me a condom kills the mood.
you wanna know what else kills the mood
when you’re just voicing an opinion and people get so butthurt over it
condoms are good, yes, they do a lot of things, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be shit at the same time
i have used them, and will continue to use them, now please sit down and shut the fuck up.
TW: Rape, abuse (some one purposely infecting their partner with HIV)
You know what? I don’t think I will sit down or shut up.
I wish you could meet Brad. Brad was a fucking genius (like, literally, a genius). He was talented and gifted and kind and funny and gorgeous and amazing.
And he was infected with HIV by some one who didn’t use a condom.
He was in a relationship with this person. And they normally did use condoms. But one time, they didn’t. At his partner’s request. Because his partner wanted to be “close” to him.
What Brad didn’t know was that his partner was HIV+. His partner knew, but had decided not to tell Brad.
Brad is dead now.
Some nights, I would sleep sitting up so he could sleep on me. He couldn’t lay down because, if he did, he would literally start to drown from the fluid in his lungs.
And then there’s me.
I was raped by some one who didn’t use a condom even after I told him a condom was a must. But he didn’t want to use one because he didn’t like the way they felt. I told him to put one back on or stop. He didn’t do either.
My son is going to be 4 on Tuesday.
So fuck you. Fuck you and your accusations of being “butthurt”. You better believe that when lives and bodily autonomy are on the fucking line, I will never sit the fuck down or shut the fuck up.
(via lesshumansmorecats)
