"Ja, du är ju i fertil ålder så det bör du nog inte göra."
Showing posts with label womb. Show all posts
Showing posts with label womb. Show all posts
2010-04-17
2009-07-24
Watching Women
Today I caught myself observing women and their behaviour. It was the kind of observation an anthropologist does of a foreign culture. It was the kind of observing that is done from an emotional distance. The outsider looking in. I was floating in a genderless state where I observed a group to which I did not count myself.
Then I accidentally poked myself in the boob with a broom and was completely and utterly shocked to realise I too am a woman.
Then I accidentally poked myself in the boob with a broom and was completely and utterly shocked to realise I too am a woman.
2009-03-14
What is the Matrix?
Like a bolt of lightning to my chest, it just occured to me I have a womb.
My very own personal womb. Within this physical thing of mine, I can - with a little help and luck - create another human being.
It’s not the potential baby that is the most thrilling right now. Just knowing that I have the technology is overwhelming. And I’m not talking about THE technology, as in “wow, I can probably create life”. Because, see, that is old news. I knew this before. We were taught this in school. Nothing new. Don’t get me wrong, baby production is probably way exciting, but I’m not really planning on finding out. What I would like to find out, is the character of my womb. I have a thing in me, which gets little or no attention, but holds certain unmistakable qualities. Like a heart, only I don't need it to beat. Or a soul that I never consult. I suppose the best way to get to know one's womb is to actually baby-produce, but in my case, I’m just going to fantasize, because that’s how I roll. My womb fantasies are naturally best kept to myself, as it involves some heavy navel-gazing. I can tell you that I am planning on naming her Gob, as he is my favorite character in Arrested Development, but that is all you need to know.
Having a womb, recognizing its grandeur, and then not use it. That is power. It’s like having 24 million dollars, telling the world about it and then live off of porridge for the rest of your life. Just because you feel like it. It bugs people.
And for now, dear friends, that makes me feel bigger.
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Let me just add that I'm partly doing this because my previous quest to explore and appreciate Ulf Lundell turned out a disaster. The man is not a "genius". So I'm into wombs now.
My very own personal womb. Within this physical thing of mine, I can - with a little help and luck - create another human being.
It’s not the potential baby that is the most thrilling right now. Just knowing that I have the technology is overwhelming. And I’m not talking about THE technology, as in “wow, I can probably create life”. Because, see, that is old news. I knew this before. We were taught this in school. Nothing new. Don’t get me wrong, baby production is probably way exciting, but I’m not really planning on finding out. What I would like to find out, is the character of my womb. I have a thing in me, which gets little or no attention, but holds certain unmistakable qualities. Like a heart, only I don't need it to beat. Or a soul that I never consult. I suppose the best way to get to know one's womb is to actually baby-produce, but in my case, I’m just going to fantasize, because that’s how I roll. My womb fantasies are naturally best kept to myself, as it involves some heavy navel-gazing. I can tell you that I am planning on naming her Gob, as he is my favorite character in Arrested Development, but that is all you need to know.
Having a womb, recognizing its grandeur, and then not use it. That is power. It’s like having 24 million dollars, telling the world about it and then live off of porridge for the rest of your life. Just because you feel like it. It bugs people.
And for now, dear friends, that makes me feel bigger.
...................................
Let me just add that I'm partly doing this because my previous quest to explore and appreciate Ulf Lundell turned out a disaster. The man is not a "genius". So I'm into wombs now.
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