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The Identity of Tits - by Aella - Knowingless

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and my mad scramble for sex

When I was twenty, an older guy I was dating asked if I wanted kids. I said no. He laughed, and told me to wait till I was thirty, the age where all the women he knew suddenly got kid-ravenous. This freaked me out, and from then on I prepared for the desire for kids to hit me. I gently tried to orient my life such that when the kid-spell fell upon me, I’d be ready to say yes - financially, romantically, practically. When I turned thirty, I was emotionally prepared. I’d watched this day coming with stoic resignation from ten years away. My now-shriveling ovaries placed this stressor on the…

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