You and how you're being yourself...

I was told tonight "maybe you embrace yourself the wrong way". What? I sit here not quite sure how to feel. I know nothing. Fuck, I don't know how to be me at this point. So, the question becomes, who shall play the part of Martha? I can't imagine. Is it a hard role or an easily overthought role? What is it that I can't comprehend about myself?

The miracle of birth.... Or not.

My question of the day is why do we call it the miracle of birth? I will first address this is not a feminist blog, it is just me ranging so don't get butt hurt about what I have to say, simply stop reading. Now that I have said that... It starts with some four play, heavy breathing, less and less clothes, the lack of a condom, some fast pased heart beats, and some cum. Time passes, a women becomes heaver and more irritable. Some more time passes and whame this nasty screaming blood covered, alien pops out of your happy hole, but not leaving it happy in any means. How is that a miracle? You put two horny teens in a room alone it s not a miracle that they make a baby, its common since or the lack there of on your part.