Why the fuck don't people use condoms?!

In this day and age, I ask, why - WHY?! - do people not use condoms?

There is so much nastiness floating around out there, but folks are just exchanging fluids like shit don't matter.

No condom, no pussy.

Plain and simple.

I find it extremely disgusting when people don't use condoms. For the love of pete, respect your body enough to not let just anyone enter or enter just anyone skin to skin. What does this say about these folks? Does it say anything at all? I want to say to each his/her own, and it's his/her body to do whatever he/she pleases, but I can't help but feel bothered by it.

Folks walk around with the idea that no one who has an STD will have sex without a condom, but how do you think they got that STD. Most people don't even know they have an STD, because only one-third of physicians in the U.S. routinely screen their patients for STD's and most people don't have symptoms or ignore what's going on in their bodies.
Don't get me wrong - it's true that sex feels much better without a condom, I'm not denying that fact.
And I'm not saying condoms are a must for every situation; if you're in a dating dance where both people have been tested, and not sleeping with anyone else, then go fucking at it. Please.
But if you're just screwing to screw, then not using a condom can really get you screwed.

So, for the love of pete, please, use a condom.

The really thin kind.

With the ribs.

:)

I was going to write something beautiful and elicit...yes, that does exist...but I don't remember what it was. It's 3 in the morning. I just got home from getting drunk with boys who wanted to know the philosophical reason boys like dominating girls and I came back with the question as to why girls want to dominate boys - because, with the right amount of trust, nothing else can even come close to true splendor. My thoughts are clouded with smoke and whiskey - also known as sex. At the moment, my mind is completely preoccupied with penis. That sounds ridiculously vulgar to say to a vast void of people I don't know, but oh my god is it true. This third adolescence has picked the wrong city to control me in. It makes complete sense to me now as to why I was annoyingly happy the first time I lived here - I had the gift of orgasm every day. And not merely the oral sex orgasm, even though that is one of the best treatments received (jesus christ!) but the you're-inside-of-me-and-I'm-fucking-you orgasm. I was never stressed. I was high and satisfied. I felt wet from birth.

God, am I thirsty.