Posted by caprycorn on Thu 22 Nov 07, 4:03 PM to caprycorn's blog.
Am outraged and also feeling nauseous. Not a good combination.
So the source of my outrage? A long story but suffice to say that buying the morning after pill over the counter as was trumpetted over the media a while back is not quite so easy as one would think. In fact it was like mission-fucking-impossible.
Back to the beginning of this torrid little tale. J has a rather fine habit of sleep-fucking. Not sleep-walking or talking but full on sleep-fucking, usually about 1.00 a.m. or some such ungodly hour. I'll wake up to find him kicking my legs apart, he'll do all sorts of vile and depraved acts to my ever so willing flesh and then deny all knowledge the next day when I am bleary eyed and exhausted from lack of sleep. He'll be chirruping with Mr Bluebird whilst I am dragging my raddled and ravaged carcass out of the rumpled mess of bedding caused by him picking me up and dumping me bodily astride him in the wee small hours, and when I say that he was rather rampant, he hasn't a clue what I am talking about.
Fortunately for me this doesn't happen very often otherwise I would be psychotic from lack of sleep. Fortunately too herself has experienced this phenomenon too so knows I'm not telling porkies. It's a medical condition akin to sleep walking apparently. It could be worse, he could want to sleep walk and sleep fuck which could lead to any number of embarrassing incidents. As it is, one of his women has to bear the brunt.
Such a hard life.
One thing about this sleep-fucking is that he doesn't normally climax. Except last night, I think he did. I wasn't sure as the three of us had been at it for a few hours anyway (am smiling now at the memory of fucking lucky with the glass dildo whilst she was on all fours, hooded, and with the clover clamps attached to her labia - I was ramming the dildo into her hard and pushing her forward whilst pulling her labia apart and back with the clover clamps... mmmmmmm). So we were all rather drained when we finally piled into bed. Except early of the ay emm again, I woke up to find my legs over his shoulders and he wasn't taking no for an answer.
I am still aching inside with that delicious ache of a hard fucking, so hard it hurts. Happy sigh.
Except that I think he didn't stop where he usually stops, or near as dammit. There isn't usually a vast amount of fluid anyway and definitely not when we are on round four or five, but there was enough to make me think oh holy hell no! Unfortunately I am super fertile woman. And I am slap bang in the middle of my cycle. NOT a good combination; Sherbet Face is much happier as an only child.
Off to the chemist this morning I went after my last-but-one trip to the dentist (hurrah!). Slight tangent here but as I was in the waiting room, breakfast tv was on. Apparently there is some sort of study out about hetero couples and women saying no to sex with no reason - some relationship coucellor believes this is a bad idea. And Lorraine Kelly said "but does that mean that women should say yes every time? Just think of it - some men might want sex every day!" I nearly choked at that point - try some women wanting it too, and a damn sight more than once a day thank you very much!
Anyway, back to the chemist - I toddled in, asked about the morning after pill and had the yes we sell it type response, but not today. And when I asked why, it was a well yes the morning after pill is available over the counter but it is at the discretion of the pharmacist concerned. Some will allow you to buy it. Some will not. And this pharmacist refused to sell it. As did two others in other chemists.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT???
I was utterly outraged; how dare anybody try to dictate a resource that should be available for purchase in such a manner. I have never ever taken the morning after pill before and I'm not 100 per cent convinced I needed to do so, but wanted to be responsible for my own contraception (or hopeful lack of conception) and so went to get something that, as a responsible adult, I should be able to obtain. Condoms do split. Accidents do happen. This is precisely the circumstance in which to take such a pill.
Except that it took me visits to FOUR chemists, and surprise surprise it was the female pharmacist, same age bracket as me, who was the first to sell it. Other pharmacists in these other chemists, three of them all middle aged males, refused.
I don't know their reasons. It could be religious, it could be medical. It could be cultural. However how dare something such as this be controlled at a whim.
Not happy at all. And am going to investigate this further.
So how is the morning after pill? Well I feel sick as a dog right now and probably will do for a few days. I have managed not to vomit, always a good sign. And I'll be slapping himself awake next time he decides that he is going to ravage my helpless body when in a somnambulistic state. Much as though I adore him and what he does, playing russian roulette with conception is not on - it's too much of a risk to take.
Edited Thu 22 Nov 07, 4:05 PM by caprycorn
