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*Review* The Big FC


The Big FC: Female Condom Review


My first, and last encounter with the Big FC was when my husband and I were still living together, very much in love and quite open to trying new things. Judging by my situation now (separated, warding off love with a garlic necklace, and stuck in my ways), one could infer it was quite some time ago.
I decided that I wanted to use the FC because I found it to be liberating that a woman can finally have her own special "designed for her" condom. I likened it to doing a romantic dinner with a man and saying "your house or mine"? I wanted to tell my husband "No dear, put that away! We're using mine today." WRONG!
In order to spare you the details and break every TMI rule out there, I will just tell you women (and men) that the BIG FC (pun intended) is a GINORMOUS waste of time polyurathane sheath that masquerades as female contraceptive device. At first glance, the Female Condom is best described as... intimidating. Two large rings are attached by a large sheath. One ring is slightly larger than the other. This sits on the outside of the vagina. The smaller ring (which is sealed off) is inserted into the vagina.
Upon giving the FC a try, after a period of prolonged silence as we tried to ignore the awkward feeling of the FC, I was told by my spouse :"get this thing off me". He described it as masturbating in a garbage bag and told me that he never wants to try that (insert expletive here) again.
I had to agree that FC was more effective in killing the mood than capturing sperm.
The Female Condom is supposed to not only protect a woman from STI's and unwanted pregnancy, its supposed to give a woman a sense of liberation knowing that she has an effective contraceptive made just for her. Ironically, with its bulky design and lackluster performance it only shows that we are still a long way off from achieving that goal.
Advice to the ladies, when he says "yours or mine" ...take his.

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