I had a great time in the park for an internet meetup, but I kind of wish I hadn't listened to the episode of Nancy with the song from Manifest Pussy or having biological clock feelings, because so many pregnant women were there to get glamour shots.
Apparently, that's a thing now. As is my brain deciding "Hey, you know how we can't make a little person in us? Maybe we should do that thing we can't do."
Plus, I hate that this new flavor of dysphoria makes me feel like I'll just be a decorative woman at best, in terms of how society assigns women roles around mothering. It's gross, it's imprinted on me.
Reproductive dysphoria on an otherwise lovely day Afficher plus
My eyes have that sort of "I wish you knew how to cry" feeling.
Like, I feel a kind of sinus tension thinking about that song from Nancy.