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Just Bare Your Belly

May 16th, 2022 | by DW McKinney

It does not escape me that critiques about expectant Black women like me are also rooted in misogynoir


99 Problems

Chanting

May 3rd, 2022 | by Tara Dorabji

A young woman holds the megaphone. “We are supposed to be getting taught about consent at SFUSD, but I haven’t been taught about consent in school.”


Birth Stories

Uterine Rupture

April 14th, 2022 | by Alyssa Sinclair

I am not sure I would call it the second time I gave birth, because it was more like it was just taken from me.


Body

Buoyant Force

January 11th, 2022 | by Sumitra Mattai

I wondered if I would ever be able to approach the deep end without panicking.


Body

RIP’d Off

July 28th, 2021 | by Jessica Phillips Lorenz

When I first started writing about my family’s experience, I felt compelled to use photos of my daughter and me. She was my kid. I wanted people to see us.


Body

Bed: HOME IS WHERE WE

April 30th, 2021 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska

When we got the positive PCR back, we moved Mike into the grown up room to begin his in-house isolation. My big kid insisted on keeping me company when I put his sister to sleep


Baby Dreaming

Body Lore: An Excerpt from THE OTHER MOTHERS

February 26th, 2021 | by Jennifer Berney

Culturally, we tend to conflate three disparate things: sexual desire, the impulse to nurture, the ability to conceive and bear a child. We act as if a woman’s longing is proportionate to her fertility. I longed deeply, and therefore I was fertile—or so my logic went


Body

Advent 2020

December 21st, 2020 | by Ezra Stone

ONE: A wave of grief for everything that came before  Today, the clouds are like ribs, like my ribs close



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  • “I was two years past my last period and in early menopause, thirty-four years old and recently divorced. Learning I was unable to conceive had thrown me into a state of despair. Now, with the world split open, alone in a pitch-black room with bloody feet, I knew I needed to act.” “My parents adopted me. At three months old, they chose and adopted a baby girl called April and named her Alexandria. He and Mama named me after him, his middle name being Alexander. I don’t remember the exact moment they told me they adopted me, but I must’ve been little because it feels as though I’ve always known.” #comics #loss #mothersanddaughters “Queers have the privilege of putting ourselves together; we do not come prepackaged. My gender does not rely on the external narratives we tell about men. If my masculinity is a form of political protest, so is my femininity. Those dykes who took me under their butch wings at seventeen taught me that softness and strength are not in opposition. It’s a lesson that has served me well in fatherhood.” #birth #dads #grief #fathersday #comics #art #poetry #newborns #sleep “Communicating desire and boundaries during a sexual encounter is a varsity-level skill. Today’s sex educators advocate for clear, enthusiastic, continuous consent, and I think I believe in that ideal. But this concept wasn’t imaginable when I was in high school. I was mute for so much of my early sex life, I feel unqualified to teach my girls how to navigate theirs.” #gunviolence #poetry #fear

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