My Mother is Better Than Birth Control

I will state here and now that this entry has a TMI warning. Read at your own risk.

So my mother and I had "The Talk" a couple of days ago, spurred by a question about whether she would allow me to live somewhere with Patrick if I decided that I wanted to do so.

It is incredibly difficult to have a conversation about sex while simultaneously avoiding mentioning that you have it, but I managed. Thankfully, the closest she came to directly asking me if I was having sex was to ask if I was on birth control.

Though Depo-Provera shots are looking mighty good...

Anyway, so since then I have had exactly no sex drive. It really sucks. I don't even have a sex drive for hot lesbian sex, and that doesn't even come with the risk of pregnancy.

Why can't fertility have an on/off switch?

And why can't my body at least have normal periods, so that I don't run the risk of rampant, mother-induced paranoia?

In the end, though, she said it was my choice, though she thought that Patrick would be a 'distraction'.

I dunno, I managed pretty well last year.

Plug via StupidEvilBastard:

Harry Potter an the Prisoner of Azkaban... in 15 Minutes

SNAPE: I want two rolls of parchment on WEREWOLVES by tomorrow, including what WEREWOLVES look like, how to detect WEREWOLVES in the faculty of a British boarding school for wizards, and the definition of the Latin word “lupus.” CLASS DISMISSED!

*cracks up*

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And now I have a reading list for the summer. Pleasing. :D