Monthly Archives: January 2010

Just another period post

My breasts ache.

The Boychick hadn’t nursed in two weeks, then asked for milk again one morning. He latched on for half a minute each side, as much as I could stand, as little as I could stand to offer him.

I thought that was why my breasts were aching.

Might it be…? It couldn’t be. I’m sure it’s not. I’m pretty sure it’s not… it isn’t, right? No, of course not. The timing was wrong — right — whichever.

Since his maybe-sort-of-probably-weaning, I’ve been wanting my breasts more involved in sex again — something that was extremely uncomfortable both physically and psychologically to me for a long time — so I thought maybe that’s why my breasts ache.

Really sure it isn’t, look at the dates, they’re all wrong, it couldn’t be, it must be my period, I’m sure that’s it and oh I wish we’d charted this month to avoid this not-knowing not-sure really-sure but maybe-not.

My breasts never ached before menstruation before — or was it that I never noticed it before? Is the aching new, due to changes from weaning, or something always there that had gone unobserved? Nevertheless, aching they are, and I am sure (am I sure? whispers the doubt, and how I have/n’t missed that thrilled horrified uncertainty) it is from an impending period. Fairly sure. Perhaps just unsure enough. And so I am paying attention to my body.

And I feel it. I swear, I feel the moment my uterus starts to let go, let down, I know. A trip to the toilet not half an hour later confirms it — spotting only, for now, but enough: it’s here.

As expected a marginally-tolerated guest as it is, as much as I am resigned to the upcoming pain and mess and annoyance, that I knew, that I was that present in my body, paying that much attention, even if it was due to laziness and achiness and no no it can’t be but it might be and that wouldn’t be terrible but it isn’t and that’s better uncertainty… that body-knowing thrills me.

And it makes me wonder, why am I not this present in my body always? This beautiful, big, bloody, beaten-but-not-broken body of mine, me in all ways that matter — is this not worthy of my attention? Am I not?

I am. You are. Where are you now? Your body, dis/abled, in pain, in pleasure, in unjudged experience — what do you feel? What does it say, that we ignore each day, sometimes because it’s the only way to make it through, too often because we deem it unimportant?

What’s going on in your body? Right now?

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Remember to vote for Lesbian/Bisexual Woman of the Decade. Blog it, Facebook it, Tweet it, email your favorite queer organizations to tell them about it — get the word out! Poll runs through January; repeated voting welcome.

Lesbian/Bisexual Woman of the Decade — the poll! Come vote!

Update 1 February 2010: Voting has ended! The winner has been chosen!

Without further ado or delay, I offer you, in no particular order, the finalists for Lesbian/Bisexual Woman of the Decade (2000-2009):

asymetrical light on black background (hubble image of a comet and its dustcloud)

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little light: A “Filipina-Ashkenazic mixed-class trans dyke mestiza”, little light has been blogging since 2004. Her writings have inspired social justice workers, trans women, queer women, women of color, and everyone who has been lucky enough to enounter her work. She is a religion scholar, charter member of the Speak! Radical Women of Color Media Collective, performance artist, and is on the advisory board of the Allied Media Conference.

Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir

Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir

Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir: In February 2009, Jóhanna became Prime Minister of Iceland, and the first openly queer head of government. Elected in 1978, she is also the longest-serving member of Parliament in Iceland. She entered into a civil union with Jónína Leósdóttir in 2002.

Missy Higgins

Missy Higgins

Missy Higgins: After entering the music scene in 2001, Australian singer-songwriter Missy Higgins was named the country’s Best Female Artist twice in 2005 and 2007. “Don’t worry, with the heart and substance of this album, Missy will definitely speak to you in one way or another.” – Blend Music (USA) October 2007.

Sheryl Swoopes

Sheryl Swoopes

Sheryl Swoopes: Three-time Olympic Gold Medalist (1996, 2000, 2004), first player to ever be named WNBA Most Valuable Player three times (2000, 2002, 2005), first woman to have a Nike basketball shoe after her, “[Swoopes] will always be one of the greatest ambassadors for the game of women’s basketball.” – Comets coach Van Chancellor. In 2005, she announced her long-term relationship with her partner, former Comets assistant coach Alisa Scott, with whom she is raising her son from a previous marriage.

Rachel Maddow

Rachel Maddow

Rachel Maddow: Host of the multiply award-winning and highly popular “The Rachel Maddow Show” on American national cable news, Maddow was the first openly gay Rhodes Scholar and first openly gay anchor hired to host a national cable news program in America. She has been repeatedly honored for her work in news media and her visibility as a queer woman.

Rebecca Walker

Rebecca Walker

Rebecca Walker: Author, activist and speaker Rebecca Walker said the criticism from her autobiography Black White and Jewish (2000) was “everything you would expect from being a biracial, bisexual person.” Walker’s most recent memoir Baby Love (2007) recounts the birth of her son. She has been published in numerous magazines and anthologies.

Sook-Yin Lee

Sook-Yin Lee

Sook-Yin Lee: “[Lee has] fronted an alternative band; performed on stage; written, directed, edited and performed in short- and feature-length films; interviewed top acts on “The Nation’s Music Station”; and hosted a successful program on your parents’ favourite radio station”. – Digital Journal 2004 In 2003, Lee was almost fired by the CBC for her non-simulated sex scenes in Shortbus; in 2007, she won an award for Best Supporting Actress for the roll. Her directorial debut premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2009.

Alison Bechdel

Alison Bechdel

Alison Bechdel: Author of the popular and provocative Dykes to Watch Out For from 1984-2008 and the 2006 graphic memoir Fun Times: A Family Tragicomic. “Bechdel’s long-running Dykes to Watch Out For is arguably the best comic strip going, and Fun Home is one of the very best graphic novels ever.” Booklist (Starred Review)

Julia Serano

Julia Serano

Julia Serano: Writer, scientist, spoken word artist, musician, event curator, activist, speaker, Serano published the acclaimed Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity in 2007. She and her wife live in Berkeley, CA. [ETA Julia recently went through an amicable divorce.]

Libby Davies

Libby Davies

Libby Davies: Canadian Member of Parliament since 1997, Davies became the first, and so far only, out woman MP in 2001 when she announced her relationship with Kimberly Elliott. In 2007 she was multiply recognized for her work in drug reform law, particularly her support for decriminalizing drug users.

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Poll closes 11:59pm PST (GMT – 8 ) 31 January 2010; winner announced 1 February 2010.

Poll link removed due to voting closing. Please see And the winner is… Also answers “Where was Ellen?”

I am in debt to many people for their help, handholding, cheerleading, and prodding in the creation of this poll, most especially Shiny (who found the pictures and helped me with many of the bios) and Lucy (you know what for). Thank you.

WFPP Guest Post: Can Mama Bear Let Go?

Welcome to the Womanist/Feminist Parenting Primer, PhD in Parenting-style. Annie brings to the WFPP her usual informative flair on the subject of leaving her children in the care of her partner while she leaves the house to work.

Annie wishes to include this disclaimer: This post gives the perspective of a male-partnered cis woman who carried and birthed her two children (“mama bear”). The biological facts and societal assumptions discussed in this article may not apply in adoptive or surrogate situations or in non-heterosexual relationships.

Can Mama Bear Let Go?

A baby develops a connection to its mother as it grows in the womb. That connection is reinforced as the mother holds the baby to her breast for the first time and then over and over again. Biology and society place the mom as the primary caregiver for new life. In her book, The Female Brain, Louann Brizendine, M.D. describes what happens after a woman gives birth to a baby:

For the human mother, the lovely smells of her newborn’s head, skin, poop, spit up breast milk, and other bodily fluids that have washed over her during the first few days will become chemically imprinted on her brain – and she will be able to pick ut her own baby’s smell above all others with about 90 percent accuracy. This goes for her baby’s cry and body movements, too. The touch of her baby’s skin, the look of its little fingers and toes, its short cries and grasps – all are now tattooed on her brain. Within hours to days, overwhelming protectiveness may seize her. Maternal aggression sets in. Her strength and resolve to care for and protect this little being completely grab the brain circuits. She feels she could stop a moving truck with her own body to protect her baby. Her brain has changed, and along with it her reality.

Brizendine goes on to explain that for a woman who does birth a baby, this is perhaps the biggest change she will experience in her life. But increasingly, people are realizing that despite this strong biological connection and despite society’s assumptions about a mother’s role, the birth mother does not have to take on the lion’s share of the nurturing and caregiving. Whether the parents choose equally shared parenting, whether the birth mother is the primary breadwinner, or whether the non-birth mother chooses to induce lactation to share in the primary care duties, there are many scenarios where mama bear…the one who carried and birthed that baby…may need to let go. If we want to achieve the goals of feminism, we need to not only ask for more options for mothers, but also ask their partners to step up and be more than a babysitter. But we need to give them the space to do that. We mama bears need to be willing to let go a bit.

Letting go, for me, had two parts. First, I had to be able to separate myself both physically and emotionally. Second, I had to be able to trust my partner to take over a significant portion of the nurturing. In this post, I’ll share some of my thoughts and experiences about letting go as a working mom whose partner is a stay at home dad.

Separating myself

Physically turning and walking out the door as your child tugs at your pant legs and screams “MAMAAAAAAA” is excruciating. Listening from the other room as your partner fumbles through a difficult parenting moment when you feel you have the answer requires patience. Being a slave to a breast pump instead of holding your baby snugly at your breast is tough. In her post Where’s the numbness?, Naomi from Mama’s Apple Cores wrote:

So, why on earth do I want to turn our world upside down so that I can be the one home? It seems so selfish, but I just can’t move beyond this strong feeling that I need to be home. I try to embrace what we have and focus on the richness of our life, and I do okay for a few days. And then one day I go crazy wanting to be home. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I scream. Drive and cry. Drive and scream. Panic attacks. Feel like I’m losing my mind. Maybe this is just my personal instability and being home would not solve that? Would I be happier if I was home? Would I be more stable? Or is this just a combination of me and lack of sleep?

For me, focusing on and getting the most out of the time I had with my kids was critical. When I was home, I babywore, breastfed, co-slept. That meant that even on the days when I did have to go to work, I could still physically be attached to my children for around 14 hours of the day. I never understood so-called “experts” who suggested a 6pm bedtime for a baby in a crib in a separate room. That would have devastated me. That would have meant seeing my child for 15 minutes in the evening and maybe an hour in the morning before work while trying to get ready and get out the door. Not an option.

Giving something to my baby while at work helped to. I pumped breast milk at work for my son until he was 12 months old and for my daughter until she was 18 months old. I would think of them constantly during the day and even get caught humming Elmo’s song over and over again as my brain connected with them despite our physical separation. The drive home was long, very long.

Having a routine helps. It is hard at first. But after a while you and the kids kids realize that each morning Mommy gets up and goes to work. She stays there for a while and she comes home not long after their afternoon nap. Once you realize that there are five days (or whatever it may be for you) where you have to plow through it, but you can then spend two days focusing on your kids, it gets easier. At least it did for me. But a big part of it getting easier was knowing that my kids were in great hands, which brings me to the next part…

Trusting my partner

To have peace of mind when I go out the door or even while I focus on a task in one room while my partner parents in another room, I need to trust him. For me, trust means knowing we agree about the big things and understanding that the little things don’t matter that much.

My partner and I share the same basic attachment-based parenting philosophy. We both agree that leaving our kids to cry it out is not an option. We both agree that breast is best and that our children were going to be given breastmilk exclusively as infants. We both treat our children with the respect that human beings deserve. Knowing that we are on the same page about the big things is what allows this mama bear to let go. I know of other couples where one of them believes in crying it out and the other doesn’t. Where one thinks it is fun to sneak an infant a McDonald’s sundae and the other one wants the baby exclusively breastfed. Where one regularly humiliates and spanks the children and the other believes in gentle discipline. When parents have such vastly different parenting philosophies, trust is difficult and I know a lot of moms who take it all upon themselves so that they do not have to leave their child with the irresponsible or abusive person they chose to raise children with. I am so thankful that I am not in that position.

But letting go also requires not freaking out about the little things. For me, much of how I parent is about the way that I want to relate to my kids. It is about the relationship that I want to build with them. It is about the way that I want them to see me. It is about what I want to teach them and the values that I want to pass on. But the reality is that every human being will have to deal with a large variety of different teachers, bosses, friends, partners, colleagues, and so on over the course of their life. They will not all relate to them in the same way and I think it does children good to learn different ways of relating with different people. Being exposed to different parenting styles will help prepare them for that. The little things are just not worth sweating. They will not make that big of a difference (if at all) in how your child turns out, but stressing over them will have a big impact on your anxiety levels and on your relationship. Your partner needs to know that you trust him or her to make good parenting choices when you are not there (or even when you are) and that even if he or she does have a bad parenting day, that that is okay too.

Finally, your kids need to see that you trust your partner. I like to remind my kids as I am leaving that they will have a fun time with Daddy. I ask them when I get home what fun things they did together. I try to show them that I am happy to see them develop that bond and to have that special time with their other parent.

Hibernating?

In my experience, yes…mama bear can let go. But maybe not forever. I go on dates with my kids to reconnect. I need extended vacations with my kids to deepen and strengthen our relationship after long periods of hard work and repeated separation. This summer, I’m looking forward to hibernating for a few months with my kids while papa bear ventures back out of the cave for a bit.

Annie is the mom of two kids, Emma (age almost 3) and Julian (age 5). She tries to stir up issues and spark discussion on the art and science of parenting at the PhD in Parenting blog.

Invitations, Not Resolutions

Welcome to the January Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting
resolutions!

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month we’re writing about how we want to parent differently — or the same — in the New Year. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.

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Invitations, Not Resolutions

I don’t do resolutions. I don’t do them because there are so many things that are easier to say than to do. I don’t do them because they are made to be broken, and I wish to be whole. I don’t do them because I deserve more than token self-improvement once a year. I don’t do them because I deserve compassion and love every moment of every day, and the shame of failed resolve never.

I do have intentions and aspirations though, not annual, but arising from every day. I intend to treat my child — as well as myself — with the respect and compassion he deserves. I aspire to be the parent I glimpse in myself in those moments when he is falling apart and I am overflowing with love and patience and creativity and am able to smooth things over seemingly without effort.

Of course, they are intentions and aspirations because I so often fall down. A resolution, once failed, is broken. An intention, to the contrary, can act as a guide in the broken moments: So you messed up, it says, what can you do now?

Because in every moment, I have a chance to do better. In any moment, I can choose love, and compassion, and creativity, and joy. At any time, even if I was just yelling and screaming and snatching and controlling (resolution fail!)… I can stop. And breathe. And let my intention fill me, and choose another, kinder, path.

Sometimes I am able to. Sometimes I choose joy in the first place; sometimes I can stop myself mid-yell, or better, exhale my angrily inhaled breath in a silly stream of tongue-blowing release. Sometimes, inevitably, I cannot, and even as I recognize that the path I am on is not the one I wanted, I cannot seem to let go of the rage, the fear, the need to have things just so when my child is determined to have them just so in an incompatible way. And then? Then is when I call forth my aspiration again, and first forgive myself for not being the way I wanted to be.

I do not think yelling (in the bullying way of a powerful parent to a marginalized child) is OK; I don’t think it’s effective, appropriate, or beneficial to any human relationship, much less the parenting one. But even when I do it, I am still deserving of love and compassion — just as my child is as he throws himself on the floor because I cannot make the planes stop flying overhead, or will not offer myself as his human punching bag.

And maybe resolutions work for some people. Maybe some need that break, that absolute abandonment of a prior way of being; far be it from me to tell another how best to live, and obviously, I lack perfect answers. But I, I do not resolve. I invite, and intend, and aspire.

This year, as in each moment, I invite into my life: compassion for the hurt; love for the angry; creativity to search out satisfying solutions; laughter for those falls and flaws and faults; and joy in even the darkest moments. And oh, let it begin with me.

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Carnival of Natural Parenting -- Hobo Mama and Code Name: MamaVisit Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama to find out how you can participate in the next Carnival of Natural Parenting!

Please take time to read the submissions by the other carnival participants:

(All the links should be active by noon on Jan. 12. Go to Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama for the most recently updated list.)

• To Yell or Not to YellThe Adventures of Lactating Girl
• It Is All About Empathy: Nurturing a Toddler’s Compassion PotentialBaby Dust Diaries
• To my babies: this year…BluebirdMama
• Mindfully Loving My ChildrenBreastfeeding Moms Unite!
• January Carnival of Natural Parenting: ResolutionsCode Name: Mama
• Imperfect MotherConsider Eden
• ResolutionsCraphead (aka Mommy)
• FC Mom’s Parenting Resolutions 2010FC Mom
• What’s in a Resolution?Happy Mothering
• January Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting resolutionsHobo Mama
• Natural Parenting ResolutionsLittle Green Blog
• This year, I will mostly…Look Left of the Pleiades
• Parenting ResolutionsThe Mahogany Way
• I Resolve to Breastfeed In Public More Oftenmama2mama tips
• Moving to Two KidsMegna the Destroyer
• Use LoveMomopoly
• My parenting resolutionsMusings of a Milk Maker
• Talkin’ ’bout My ResolutionsNavelgazing
• Parenting ResolutionsOne Starry Night
• Invitations, not resolutionsRaising My Boychick
• No more multitasking during kid timeThe Recovering Procrastinator
• I need to slow down, smell those roses AND the poopy diapersTales of a Kitchen Witch Momma
• Resolutely Parenting in 2010This Is Worthwhile

Lesbian/Bisexual Woman of the Decade — onward to stage two!

Thank you everyone for the nominations! There’s a really amazing group of women here, many of whom I hadn’t heard of before, and I’m so grateful I’ve gotten to learn about them. As of today, nominations for Lesbian/Bisexual Woman of the Decade are closed. There are, I know, many amazing queer women the world over that are not included herein (not least because this list is almost entirely made of women from English-speaking countries), deserving of accolades and acknowledgment. But for now, these 43 women will have to do.

Next step is I’m working on the Top 10 list to get the voting poll up. I have a tentative list already, but I want to do them all justice, do more research than what Wikipedia (that bastion of accurate reporting) says about them, and that simply isn’t going to happen overnight. So, while the list is closed to new names, I am open still to lobbying for shortlisting those already on there. Have an opinion? Now’s the time to share it!

I’ll be putting the poll up later this week, and it will be open for two weeks, or until the end of the month, whichever I decide to do that day. (Lobbying also accepted for that.)

I present to you the final nomination list, in rough order of nomination received:

Ellen DeGeneres

Gloria Anzaldúa

Beth Ditto

Melissa Etheridge

Mary Cheney

Wanda Sykes

Denise Denton

Angelina Jolie

k.d. lang

Sook-Yin Lee

Margaret Cho

Alison Bechdel

Rachel Maddow

Suze Orman

Libby Davies

Ani DiFranco

Portia de Rossi

Julia Serano

Lily Tomlin

Dorothy Porter

Sandi Toksvig

Johanna Sigurdardottir

Carol Ann Duffy

little light

Rebecca Walker

Amelie Mauresmo

Clare Balding

Greta Christina

Narelda Jacobs

Jessica Janiuk

cripchick

Ju Gosling

Rosie O’Donnell

Sheryl Swoopes

Missy Higgins

And some paired nominations:

Mila and Jayna L-Pavlin

Ann Louise Gilligan and Katherine Zappone

Gypsey Teague and Marla Roberson

Chloe Noble and Jill Hardman

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To those who read Raising My Boychick for parenting posts: first, this is part of my parenting. I am bisexual, and being openly bisexual and being known to the Boychick as bisexual is very, very important to me. I cannot, nor do I wish to, separate my identity from my activism from my parenting. This? This is how my child will learn that I am a woman, a person separate from him, and have a sexuality that is separate from my love for and commitment to his father. That is huge, and necessary, and I am grateful for this opportunity because of it.

Second, know that I have a post in the first ever Carnival of Natural Parenting coming up this week, as well as a guest post from PhD in Parenting. So not all of January will be about the LBWotD, I promise.

Though I am going to keep on about it, at least until we start to trend on Twitter.

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