Saturday, 18 August 2012

On Babies

If one more person tells me I'll change my mind about having babies, I'll serve them my ovaries for dinner.

Having a vagina does not mean I am destined to pop babies out of it. The idea of something growing inside of me and then tearing my body to pieces is as terrifying as the 1979 film Alien, in which Sigourney Weaver proceeds to kick some alien ass and save herself from extra-terrestrial baby-implantation. 

Having children has never been a desire or a priority for me. I have no maternal instinct, although this is often dismissed with "When you have your own you'll understand!", except I won't understand because I will never have my own. I'd rather inject venom into my own eyeballs than give birth to a screaming, dribbling human being. 

Having kids is hard work! Ask any parent. When I think about myself having kids, I simply cannot picture it. There's birth, and everything beyond that is blank. As if my life would end right at that moment. For others, I guess they see it very differently but for me, having a baby would feel like the apocalypse.

People want to reproduce and I understand that. However, it is for them, and them alone, to make that decision. When family and friends tell me "YOU WILL HAVE BABIES" I feel silenced, like my opinion is irrelevant. This is my body, it belongs to me and I will do with it what I please.

'Woman' is not equal to maternal instinct. I am fed up of people asking when I plan to 'settle down'. The assumption that my life goal is to find a man to love me forever and make all of the babies is misogynistic, heteronormative and downright fucking irritating. My primary function is not to raise children - it is to live a life that I chose for myself.

JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WOMB