We all probably like to think the
moment ouf our
conception was a
beautiful thing, but when we bring into consideration the type of sex that we have (in the
back seats of
cars, trying somthing a bit
kinky with the
SO, etc...), we must realize that, chances are, we were concieved like that...
I like to
think of my conception taking place in a medow during
spring (even though I was born in June, making this a statistical impossibility, especially knowing that I was a month
premature),
birds chirping, the
flowers in bloom around the couple (I always view them as sort of a
flesh colored fuzzy blob cause who really wants to picture their parents having
sex?) there are bushes, and soft green
grass, in the distance there are
elves making tasty snacks in a
tree... well, you get the idea.
No one wants to
think that they were concieved while their
dad was chained to the bed, and your
mother was in a black
leather girdle yelling "You're a bad
boy!, a very
naughty boy!"
Now that you've got that image in your head...