The first time I heard about consuetsude pronunciation, it sounded like a word for a certain kind of vagina.
And then I got my first tattoo.
I wanted it to be a tattoo of my mouth, the kind of thing my mother always used to put on her own.
But it was all wrong.
It was a penis, which, I thought, must be my fault.
The tattoo artist’s name was Mike.
I knew nothing about him.
I had no idea what he did, but I wanted to learn.
And so I went to his studio, and asked him what it was.
“Consuetud,” he said.
“A man’s penis.”
I had never heard of consuetry.
A friend of mine who works in fashion design had seen it on a fashion magazine.
It had a very big penis.
I asked what he had seen.
“I think it’s a woman with a huge cock,” he replied.
“It’s really, really big,” I said.
I told him about the tattoo.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what we’re talking about,” he told me.
“If you really want a tattoo, you need a big penis.”
He then suggested that I come up with a nickname for the woman’s breasts.
“You could call them boobs,” he suggested.
I got really excited.
“Then you can get a tattoo and call it boobs,” I told my friend.
But I couldn’t think of a name for the thing that I was imagining, so I ended up calling it something else entirely.
For a while, I was really worried.
Then I was actually pretty happy with the nickname.
It wasn’t something I’d ever done before, so it was like, Oh, no, this isn’t gonna work.
Then, one day, I started to feel like I could actually feel it.
So, the next day, my friend suggested that we go to a tattoo parlor.
I went and got the name tattooed on my arm, and it turned out to be my friend’s girlfriend’s.
I felt a little bad, because she was a total bitch, but we’re friends now.
Then she said to me, “Well, we don’t want your name on the wall, so what are you going to do?”
I thought for a second.
“Well,” I thought to myself, “If we’re going to get a real tattoo, we’re not going to be on the street with the name on our arm.”
So, I put on a fake arm and got in a cab.
I don’t know if the cab driver was aware of what I was doing, but he gave me my first real tattoo.
It looked like a huge penis with a big vagina.
I was still a little nervous, but it was fun.
My friend was happy.
I still didn’t know what to call my breasts.
Then the next thing I know, I’m in a hospital room, and I have my first abortion.
I just sat there and cried.
I have no idea how I got pregnant, and the only thing I remember is that my friend put a needle in my vagina and I had to tell her that it wasn’t a real needle.
She said, “It looks like a penis.”
She said it felt like it was attached to my skin.
So I had a real penis in my body.
I’ve been told that consuete is a slang term for someone who is trying to get pregnant.
I think I just called her a slut.
But then, one of my friends got really pregnant and ended up having two babies.
I’m still a virgin now.
The worst part is that I’ve got two kids, so all the guys I have been friends with tell me that I’m the one who ruined their relationship.
But they know that I didn’t want the babies, and that’s not really what consueto is about.
It’s really about making money.
The reason I’m a virgin is that a lot of guys are just doing it for the money.
They don’t care about the babies or their relationships or anything else.
If you can’t make money, it’s just about having sex.
And that’s why I’ve gotten so turned on by consueting.
I can’t tell you how many guys I’ve had sex with who said to themselves, “I just don’t get it.
I love sex, but this is all about the money.”
But for me, the consuetting has just been so empowering, because it’s been so different from anything I’ve ever done in my life.
It made me realize that it’s okay to want sex without getting pregnant.
If I was a girl, I’d probably be terrified to have sex, because I don “look like a slut” or something.
But for consueteras, it doesn’t really matter if I look like a whore.
If they’re just fucking me, it just means