Whore Moans
Some days, I think guys have all the luck. Not that I’m complaining—at least not more than usual. I know all too well that I should be grateful for the prescription that tricks my body every month so that I’m not feverish, breaking out in a cold sweat, vomiting, or suffering The Cramps From Hell. But after years of relative comfort and bliss, I suddenly feel like I’m 60 years old and menopausal. In other words, why the hell am…