Burning Up

Journal, haphazardly recommends protecting yourself out there. No I'm not talking smoke detectors and fire insurance. I'm talking about STD insurance, condoms. Really ya'll need to stop playing out here...no, really. I'm not judging you because I've fell victim too. There is a growing raw epidemic. Fellas stop running streets without a raincoat. Ladies stop laying it down without a protection on the crown. What could possibly be a good reason to not use a condom?
"Oh E it just feels so much better, that's why I don't use them."

You know what also feels so much better, not having herpes. I don't care how many commercials they produce with pleasant smiling bike riding simplex 2 (herpes) infected people. Don't noooobody want that shit. I'm not going to lie: it does feel better without a condom. Unless you're in a monogamous relationship (marriage, etc.) then don't do it and there are some that would even argue against that and well, dammit I kind of agree. Sex already feels good, great in most cases. There is no amount of added pleasure that is worth the burning, blisters, embarrassment, contagion, and bicycle riding, that should warrant these types of activities.

"Those things feel weird inside me and he looks good. He had a positive vibe. I know he's a good guy."

Uhhh, OK. There are plenty of good people that are the subject of that Faith Evans song...Burning UP! How about I put it like this? The next time that good person or yourself convince each other the dirty Sanchez is better without a sombrero picture yourself with a revolver, you load one chamber with a bullet, spin the wheel, put the barrel to your vagina, and pull the trigger. You're playing Russian roulette with the pumpum and that should be a crime (when I wrote D.O.P., I didn't mean this). You’re playing a high risk game with minuscule reward and it’s simply not worth it.

"Yo son, I ran out of condoms. It was so good, damn. What choice did I have? You feel me."

Actually, I do not feel you and here is why: there are all types of acronyms that should be come to mind when you have thoughts like this. Let me spell it out: S-T-Ds, H-I-V, A-I-D-S, and K-I-Ds. All four is not what you’re expecting when you “run out of condoms” but choose to still do the hokey pokey instead of turning yourself around.  E. For shoRt love the kids (k-i-ds), but let's keep it real, if your state of mind is on some condoms-ran-out-let-me-run-raw tip something tells me you aren't planning for children. My dad calls them little monsters. I don't know about that, but we call HIV the monster (no disrespect to my survivors, but I need to convey how real it is). Cold sweats and nightmares when you're waiting for those test results thinking of that monster grabbing you, the anticipation alone can kill and worth exercising self-control. To quote a famous scholar: "This for all my niggas out here that DO use a condom the first nut and then go raw all the other times. Where's the psychological sense in that player?! You need to wash your face, get your mind right." - Freeky Zeeky.
Heed the advice of Journal, haphazardly and be safe. If you need more motivation or something to put you on the right path during those heated moments google gonorrhea, then click on images link in the upper left, if the clap doesn't scare you straight...I don't know what will.

I  am E. For shoRt and I approve this blog post. JH