My hormone levels have never been the same since messing with YAZ or Yasmine in my 20s. I’m really not sure which bitch it was, but I don’t know if I have a case for my issue. I see the commercials to call if you experienced certain side effects. However, my situation isn’t so serious.
Just a little unwanted facial hair lol. I never had hair growth on my chin before! Yet only after a few weeks of messing with one of those bitches; they appeared, and never went away. No, I don’t have a beard lol; I wax, etc but it’s harsh on my skin. I’m not lying, one single hair even grew out of my neck the 2nd week I took those pills… and it grows back every time I remove it. That was over 7 years ago.
I just can’t remember which bitch it was lol! I guess it was for the best. I would have had a zoo without the zookeeper. Or Feed the Children infomercials for my massive family.
The things we do so men can shoot the club up with ease.
The things we do to pleasure our partners-but we get no credit.
On a serious note though- to the men of my past and future…
To you, I am just a beast with a hairy chin on a bad day. To me, I saved us thousands of $$ in child care expenses, made a choice to not be careless with life’s creation, and protected the present. To you I am too emotional; hot and cold. You are angry at my lowered sex drive, and drying vagina- that no longer flows like the river the entire 30 minutes- you bang your life away inside me.
To me, I prevented another unplanned and unwanted pregnancy we were not prepared to deal with. I sacrificed my body to deal with side effects from medicine I had no idea would impact me later in life. I did it for us, and an innocent child. Not all mistakes are blessings.
So instead of name calling, complaining, and judging, be a partner. Do more to put me in the mood. Buy me massage packages to calm these raging hormones. Provide funds for my wax, laser hair removal or whatever else that will do the trick lol.
Or how about we find alternatives to medicine together.
That might be too much to ask. Hence, why I do not believe in 50- 50 in relationships. It’s impossible. Men do not appear to be wired with empathy when blood flow is rushing to their dicks.
Fuck you YAZ, Yasmine, and all the other hoes you are related to! Bitch!