This fucked-up nation, motherhood, and the importance of a vasectomy. 050722
A Special Mother's Day Weekend Edition. (Day 60!)
This country having to prepare for a Post-Roe apocalypse… Are we not already going through a world pandemic? What the actual fuck? I was chatting with a good (male) friend last night who told me he had long talks with his brother and mother about this law overturning before our eyes, and how much it horrified him. He is Catholic, and he cannot speak to his father about this subject. I am very grateful he felt comfortable confiding in me about his dilemma, and I appreciate good men very much.
One of my prerequisites for getting married to Mr. Snugs was him getting a vasectomy. (And of course, he was totally on-board.) I had been on birth control for over 15 years, and sometimes while getting them, my life was threatened outside of the Planned Parenthood in Southeast Portland, Oregon. Those horrific waste of lives screaming at me, taunting me, threatening to bomb the building while I was inside are NOT pro-life. Women are people, too.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the strong women out there. (Especially to the best one, mine.) I’m glad you chose to have me, but you didn’t have to.
“Sophocles said, that to never have been born may be the greatest boon of all.” - That hot guy from Match Point. Happy weekend, all.
From sex and family drama to work woes and hangovers, what's on your mind today? Welcome to a space to reflect light on three things, and please comment if you're comfortable doing so.
I’d just come back from a vacation alone the weekend of Mother’s Day when my daughter fell ill. Before then, I was riding the high of the silence that greeted me from my room abroad. I watched the relegations of light dance on a wall, saw dust float, almost motionless in the air. I was back home but wanted to hold on to that feeling. I’m very lucky that two weeks out, I’m doing well. Frustration and doubt have been blips on the radar.
DAMN! yes to all of this!