For the 20th time since the Boychick was born, my uterus sheds its endometrial lining. For the 20th time since the Boychick was born, it all slides down my vagina, falls between my lips, is absorbed by the cloth between my legs. I’ve talked about that before.
Here’s what I don’t talk about: all month, all [...]
One of the fun things for me about studying midwifery was learning the origins of many words: midwife, vagina, and cunt, among others. One of the fun things about studying anatomy at massage school is having these come back up.
The cunt came up in a particularly interesting conversation about the bones of the foot. [...]
(I promise I’ll post thoughtful, substantive, probably curse-free posts that actually mention the Boychick soon — I have several ideas that are just waiting to get fleshed out — but while my butt is being kicked and my energy sapped by the Cold of DOOM, you get short, pissed off, off-topic, substance-”lite” rants. Sorry. [...]
June 2010 Note: This post reflects my thinking at the time it was written. Although I stand behind the message about language and the words vulva and penis, this post contains cissexist ideology and imagery, with only a dismissive parenthetical acknowledgment of transsexual/transgender ways of being. I apologize for any pain this post has caused, [...]