a scenario.
ok, so suppose that you were a fat slut. you're fat because when you're alone you equate food with love and you're a slut because when you're not alone you confuse attraction with affection. Which is fine, these things happen.
BUT!
suppose one day you decide that you've had enough. Perhaps you've gotten pregnant or simply freaked out about the possibility of fertilisation because of a few drunken, unprotected nights; perhaps something more exotic such as getting laid and forgetting to take your tampon out (mmm!)
well one day, sans the slut part, you realise that food does not a friend make! so, you decide to try bulimia. Now this in itself is stupid and you should not do that. SHOULD NOT! I myself have not much experience with it at all but simply from a physical and mental standpoint you certainly should not (because i do not abuse and misuse and ignore my body at all. hmph.) ANYHOW!
you decide to regurgitate after a particularly filling meal. position yourself accordingly at the toilet with your stomach pushing on the rim, balls of your heels pressing into your fleshy posterior, stick your fingers down and look for that ol' gag reflex trigger.
Hark, where is it?
OH! OH NO!!
Have you sucked one cock too many and lost your gag reflex? what a crying shame. you realise this and want to die even more. Oh dear, what to do, what to do. what terrible irony that even in an attempt to curb your dependence on what is not quite good for you that it still ends up halting you in your self destructive tracks. well alas, there is but one solution.
ipecac.
you really want to die?alors, drink some fucking ipecac and you probably will. Want to puke? that'll do pig, that'll do.
