It doesn’t matter how charming he is. It doesn’t matter how sexy he is. Your health is still the number one priority. If you are prepared when he bats his eyelashes and runs his very sexy hand up your thigh, you will stay in control of both your safety and your pleasure. Here are the top five excuses men use to attempt to wiggle out of wearing a condom and the responses you need to stay safe.
Excuse #1: Birth control is the woman’s responsibility. Sadly this is not a new argument. Ancient Egyptian, Greek and Roman cultures all thought the same thing, and that is why you won’t see many references to condoms in their ancient literature. In fact, the only references to “male birth control” you may find in their writings refer only to “coitus interruptus”—that’s the “pull-out” method, by the way —and anal sex. Puh-lease! Read more…
I still get a little flustered when I have to walk up to some random checkout counter and whisper, “Hey, can I have those Trojans? (even more hushed) Yes. The Magnums, please.” I accept the fact that it is a little childish of me, but so what? I believe a girl is entitled to discretion. Luckily I stumbled upon a website where I can have all of my sexytimes needs delivered right to my door. LuckyBloke.com is a service where you can create your own personalized condom collection for monthly delivery. Brands include Durex, Trojan, Glyde, Billy Boy, Kimono and RFSU and come in an assortment of colors, flavors, and styles. Plus, different lubes include organic, silicone or water-based ones. The best part? Shipping is free and 10 percent of sales go to charities that support urgent humanitarian causes like UNICEF and It Gets Better Project. Who knew that just by shopping for my condoms online (without shame), I could be doing an incredible service to the world? [Prices Vary, LuckyBloke.com]
You know, just a couple of bros, talkin’ about always wearing a rubber. How old is Zac Efron? Is my crush on him inappropriate? Please advise.
Somewhere, last night, a young man stood in his apartment wearing nothing but a condom. He stretched his arms out, closed his eyes, and whispered “if I wear it, they will come. THEN COME AND COME AGAIN.”
The condom was one of dozens he keeps strategically hidden throughout his apartment. He keeps a pile in his nightstand drawer, another pile in the bathroom, another 20 or so are tucked in between couch cushions, books on the bookshelf, and in the cupboard, hidden behind jars of peanut butter.
He considered, briefly, wearing a long string of connected condoms like a bandolier. Keep reading »