You Don’t Know Dick

In my late twenties, my then-partner and I decided that we wanted to have children together.  For a number of reasons, I ended up having them. And by “having them,” I mean that we obtained sperm from a Male person and inserted it close to my cervix, resulting in – ta da – pregnancy and birth.

This is where babies come from. As a Female, I am *unable* to manufacture sperm.  As a Female, I am, however, able to become pregnant – which I did, twice. This reproductive capacity is a shared characteristic of the class of humans called “Females.”  And although there are certainly Females who cannot become pregnant, it is biological fact that it is only this class of humans who can become pregnant.  Males – the class of humans from which I obtained the sperm I needed to “make a baby” – cannot become pregnant. Ever.

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Undermining the Patriarchy, One Gay Marriage At A Time

Remember when Black people couldn’t marry White people?

Remember when Men could marry your sister?

Remember when Men could marry 12-year-olds?

Remember how allowing interracial marriage and stopping child rape “redefined marriage”?

And anti-Marriage Equality people are worried about Gays marrying… wait for it… other Gays?

Why is that?

Let’s see.

Marriage is a scheme that institutionalizes Male power over Women. Continue reading

My Womb Is Not A Football For You

“Mothers don’t kill their children unless they are very ill,” said Diane Sanford, a psychologist who has written two books on postpartum depression.”They believe they are protecting their children from having a life of misery and suffering.”

“Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind.” ― Howard W. Hunter

“…One of the reasons so many women say “I’m not a feminist but…” (and then put forward a feminist position), is that in addition to being stereotyped as man-hating Amazons, feminists have also been cast as antifamily and antimotherhood.” ― Susan J. Douglas

“So how on earth can I bring a child into the world, knowing that such sorrow lies ahead, that it is such a large part of what it means to be human? I’m not sure. That’s my answer: I’m not sure.” ― Anne LamottOperating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. -Honoré de Balzac

The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

-W. R. Wallace

Many months ago, my friend Phonaesthetica wrote a blog post about Women contemplating Motherhood and Mothers and their Sons. As the Mother of a Son, I enjoyed the post.

As a Mother of a Son, I am sometimes discomfited by discussions about  Male Violence or its inevitability (and I do not believe in the inevitability of Male Violence).  Discussions about Male Violence, however, are important and necessary to Women’s Liberation and we have lots of them here and here. And we need to have them, no matter how much our personal bias makes us feel uncomfortable.

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Trust Women, Even When It Is Impossible

All women are damaged.  Damage is injury or harm that reduces us.

You, woman, are damaged.

Does this offend you? Do you believe you are not damaged, that you are somehow immune to the forces at work that make women hate each other?

You are lucky.

Who WOULDN’T be damaged? Damage to women is both a direct goal of male supremacy and a by-product of living in a woman-hating culture.

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Men Will Stick Their Dicks In Anything

NOTE: The following post has graphic descriptions of things Men do. Trigger warningIf you are a Man who doesn’t do these things, thanks. Tell your friends they should stop doing these things. 

When I was in my 20s, I had a particular fondness for Bob’s Big Boy. He was really cute and really pudgy. Also, he was really everywhere, and as a poor student and poor wage earner for most of that time (the 1990s), I could count on the Big Boy to feed me cheaply (and vegetarianly – I was a vegetarian for all that time, so I’ve never actually had an actual Big Boy Burger. I assume they are actually terrible).

Knowing my love of the Big Boy, one of my best friends gave me a Bob’s Big Boy Bank!  To save my Lesbian coins!

A Bank!

Like this one.

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Look how cute he is!

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