A conversation I’ve had more than once.

Him: so, heh heh...are you on birth control?
Me: yep! (I don’t need to lie. Yes, I am on it. No excuses need to be made.)
Him: ooh, what kind? (Trying to get a feel for “how good” my bc is. Is it a pill that’s not all the way safe, the thing in the arm or could it possible hopefully be an IUD?) Me: it’s an IUD. All the way fool proof! (Again, no lie. The only reason I have such a strong bc because I absolutely do not want kids.)
Him: That’s great! So we can fuck without a condom, right?
Me: No. (No is a complete sentence. I don’t need to offer up a reason without being prompted, as if I need to explain myself.)
Him: What? Ugh. Why?? (But you’re ON bc, we’re both clean, ugh...what a bitch. Why can’t I fuck her raw and nut in her?)
Me: Because I don’t want you in that way. (Again, no lie. It’s not because I’ve never done it, or because it’s messy or any other bullshit. I just do not want a guy in that way. Not without being in a long term relationship and not with so little respect. For where I’m at in life, I just want sex for fun. I don’t want his actual dick touching the inside of me. I do not want his disgusting cum inside me. I don’t want him to own or conquer me in that way. And also, because I said no and it feels damn good. You can’t have all of me, you can have the piece of me I choose to share for my enjoyment. I don’t get anything out of not wearing a condom, fuck outta here.). Him: ugh, fine.
Me: ..lost interest...