Under the knife

I had surgery last week. Got myself a little “bikini scar” to mark the occasion. It wasn’t a cosmetic procedure and it wasn’t an emergency either. I had the surgery to reduce the severity of my periods and improve my fertility. It was also exploratory in the sense that my lady-bits were up for inspection. I’ve been told that everything is in working order. I just need to find a man willing to breed with me, or rather, I have to find the will to breed with a man. It’s not an indictment of men, but rather of how I feel about children.

I like kids – certain kids – specifically, other people’s kids.