García-Gallardo and pollinators

Even though I'm 17 years old, I still attend high school. Nobody is aware that I am here.

Yes, there is a good gynecologist, according to a friend who came earlier and spread the word. She therefore gave herself that name.

To be progressive, majo or maja was to be. Each and every member of the staff at this gynecologist's office is excellent.

They are one of those who gives a 17-year-old girl the pill without the girl's parents present. The fact that this lovely gynecologist is from the PCE and comes from a family that endured retaliation, exile, and imprisonment makes walking through these doors feel like entering a sacred space.

I don't have a mother, but even if she existed, she couldn't have revealed my origins to her. My knowledge of sexuality is nonexistent.

I have had no other guidance than intuition, despite the fact that I have been kissing with tongues since I was 13 and that I have relationships with a (nice) boy. As I've gained experience over the past few months, I've noticed that while pleasure is more obvious in boys, it is more enigmatic in girls. At times, you may feel like a pressure cooker desperately trying to find a way to open the valve.

When watching movies about lovers who have just been laid, such as escape and others, the mind wanders off for a bit before returning to keep up with the scheduled small talk. I don't understand a song by Janis Ian called "At Seventeen," but I do know that it tells the story of my life from a distant future.

Songs, movies, and books that one reads all feed off of sex, blessing each horny word. Despite the left's fervor in my neighborhood, I am very far from being oppressed because, thanks to my luck, I can challenge the education I've received on the street.

My father once described to me at the dinner table when I was around 11 years old how flowers attract pollinators, and I still don't understand why. I questioned whether this conversation was aimed at me as my brothers restrained their laughter.

Although I was unaware of the full scope of the situation, the verb "to pollinate" completely turned my world upside down. And that was the end of his father's contribution to the understanding of this medium, which I have a sneaking suspicion he was quite familiar with.

I'm at this charming medical facility. I sat down after they instructed me to wait for you.

I always want to act as though I'm in charge and that he's my persona. I try to practice telling him what I'm going to say, such as, "Let's see, I'll tell him that I'm having sex.".

I'll tell you better that I have disorders, but that's irrelevant; what does he care?. According to a friend of mine, if you claim to have a disorder, a doctor will likely prescribe a pill; you won't need to provide any additional information.

I don't want to get into specifics; that's all I want. The gynecologist appears out of nowhere with furious white hair as the door bursts open.

Oh, mother, what an old gentleman, I think as I gaze upon him. It turns out that the kind man is getting on in years.

I'm still perplexed. Even more so when he approaches me and says: "Well, we are going to start doing things according to his order: you sit in the patient's chair and I in mine.

When I look up, I see that I'm seated in front of his typewriter. I move to the opposite side of the table, embarrassed, and start to respond to his inquiries after clearing my throat first.

I answered when he looked at me after I had finished filling out my file, "And tell me, aside from a first review, what have you come for." "Yooo?" I say, putting my hand to my chest as if she had been accused of something, "well I have come.. I have come because I don't want to get pregnant.". He nods and gestures for me to approach the gurney.

My extensive experience in the field of family planning officially began at this point. We won't allow a man who claims he doesn't know much about pregnancies to want to restrict the rights of women because we didn't receive sexual education, seek solitude in our lives, or had to hide situations that were natural as a sin. Look, friend, the bad times have already been taken by others.

We won't consent to a man wanting to restrict women's rights who claims he doesn't know much about pregnancies. Look, buddy; the bad times have already been claimed by others.

We won't consent to a man wanting to restrict women's rights who claims he doesn't know much about pregnancies. Look, buddy; the bad times have already been claimed by others.

I have had no other guidance than intuition, despite the fact that I have been kissing with tongues since I was 13 and that I have relationships with a (nice) boy.