Spermicide is such a cool word. It sounds like a verb, not a noun. Suicide is killing yourself. Patricide is killing your father. Matricide is killing your mother. Fratricide is killing your sibling. Homicide is just killing a person. So the word spermicide conjures up some very entertaining mental images.
Because I liked it linguistically, I used to use a lot of spermicide. Unfortunately, it later turned out that the excruciating pain I began to experience in the crotch region was the result of a violent allergy to Nonoxynol-9.
I later managed a sex shop -- I mean, adult boutique. And adult boutiques are
the sorts of places where it is normal to discuss such things. Trust me on this. Apparently lots of people, both men and women, are allergic to spermicide and just believe that sex burns, itches, and/or just hurts a lot from time to time.
Isn't that hilarious? People want to have safe sex where they get no diseases and they get no babies so they smear this cream between their legs and it eats their flesh. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
