I was born on the Isle of Feminingo, but I have always felt like a visitor. In an attempt to understand my people more, I have ventured out to study and observe the inhabitants, the femmes, in their natural environment.
In the Isle of Feminingo, there are many villas. For a while I was commuting between the Villa of Retailis and the Villa of Food Servica. Two years ago I made the bold move to the Villa of Corporatus, a strange place where inhabitants toil in small rooms inside one large building subsiding on a machine. They usually wear dark solemn colors of black, grey and blue.
It is mating season in Corporatus and many of the femmes are large with child. Some are just discovering the small femme growing in their wombs, which brings about many discussions about the birth process, which I have observed is not much different from what I experienced on the Isle of Food Servica. However, the femmes are steeped in their own traditions of social stature and they generally shun or fear changes within that structure.
Observe a conversation between me and my fertile femme counterparts.
FF1 - (directed to me) Was you mother in the delivery room with you when you had your child?
Me - Yes.
FF1 - But your mother in law was not?
Me - No, I just wanted to have two people in the room, so I picked my mother and my husband.
FF1 - My mother in law wants to be in the room when I have the baby, and I'm afraid it will hurt her feelings if I don't ask her to.
Interesting. Logically I would assume that when a femme is exposed and having a child emerge from her womb, she would be able to choose who she wanted to watch.
Me - But you are the one who is being exposed. You should have who you want in the room.
FF1- She doesn't have any daughters and she said I'm like the daughter she never had.
Me - I always thought that was an intimate private time for you and your husband. If you don't want someone there, you shouldn't have to include them.
FF2 - I would probably let her be in the room to keep from hurting her feelings.
FF1 - That's probably what I am going to do.
Fascinating. Femmes in the Villa of Corporatus apparently put other peoples feelings and concerns over theirs to keep from causing animosity amongst the group. I wonder if this will cause repressed feelings of anger and potentially cause an ulcer for FF1. Maybe I misunderstood. Perhaps the viewing of the daughter-in-law's vagina is a sacred rite of passage. Must remember when son has taken a bride.
Later the discussion advanced to the Isle of Corporatus tradition of videotaping the birth. This is a tradition I have been opposed to when I lived on the Villa of Food Servica and the Villa of Retailia, but many other femmes agreed with me that giving birth was not the time to be captured on film.
FF1 - Have you let your daughter watch the tape of her birth?
FF2 - No, I never thought about that before.
FF1 - My younger brother asked to watch his when he was around three. He really wanted to see his own birth. But when we put in the tape he covered his eyes and said, "Turn it off! Turn it off!"
FF2 - Do you think that he didn't want to see his mother in so much pain?
FF1 - I don't know. I guess so.
Me - (Feeling it necessary to state the obvious) Or maybe he just thought it was scary and gross?
This resulted in a brief shunning from the herd. It is all so fascinating. Maybe something different happens during childbirth on the Villa of Corporatus. Are Corporatus Femmes effected differently during the birthing process where they do not sweat or secrete fluids? Perhaps doubling over in pain is an aphrodisiac and couples watch the tape to stimulate procreation. Perhaps rainbows and Hershey's kisses emerge from the womb instead of afterbirth? Must observe further when allowed back into the fold.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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nice... i think its gross and scary too, i was shown pictures when i was in middle school... disturbing images of my birth are burned into my mind...
the only opportunity my child(ren) will ever have to see my vagina is when i'm birthing them, or (God forbid) when i'm too old to wipe myself...
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