birth.
It was supposed to be a day of hearing new artists for me. I was invited to ride along with my brother and uncle to perform and manage the live streaming aspect of recording the performance. I was elated to be included. We drove for an hour and stopped for dinner when it rained. We enjoyed the respite and the brother and uncle relived a memory of other food experiences. I watch my uncle flirt a bit and we engaged in a dialogue of what it meant to have a rape baby. I was glad to have the men in my family say it was the choice of the woman to carry the baby or abort the parasite. Mor importantly, they agreed that the man had no say in the decision as he forced the seed into existence.
With his actions, he lost his choice in the child’s existence.
And that was it. The way this topic came up was a different dynamic and lead us to examine the structures of reporting sexual assault and the need to blame someone. And that brought me to this essay. Having watched my aunt raise my cousins in the dynamic of male and female, I recall her instructions on sex she gave them. I may have written about it in previous essays but the core of the memory is that she gave them different instructions on how to play in bed. Her conflicting information based on the gender of her children opened the door to rape in her children.
And every parent that plays into these two separate rules based on gender repeats this creating rapists and victims. When we add the history of Puritans’ rigid ideas on how we should limit sexual experiences to making children instead of the beautiful union of the divine masculine and feminine, we wrongfully interpret the meaning of the infamous passage in the Bible that ridicules people using sex to reach the divine. Through sex, you are the divine. When you come together in the sex space, you are blessed with the gift to create. And with the tools of being human beings, you can create many things in bed with another divine being.
Which brings me to the topic of birth control. I loathe that the weight of birth control is marketed on the feminine. As the incubator, we are akin to living ovens. There is too many variations to keep the temperature just right for a baby so adding the control option on the female body is almost evil. Men as the seed carrier are a lot easier. As our society shakes the chains of racism that built it, we should shift the responsibility of children existing to men. This lack of responsibility on the seeder is insidious. It invites men to be lazy. It gives them no stakes in the creative space that is the bed. It makes them disregard their choice to even have one.
Children are a gift. Raising them into existence is an expression of the gods' presence. Using sex as a way to ascend when the act of sex and creation is the ascension is the mistake in the Biblical passage. There is a problem when you take the basic for granted. And sex being used as a lure to want things is a big mistake. Sex is a gift that the gods walk with and among their creations. As one flesh, they are blessed with the gift to create from within. And we pass it around like candy or abuse it as drug addiction.
Acknowledging this, not everyone wants the gift of child-rearing nor should everyone with the ability to create one need to keep them. That is why queer relationships are a second blessing from the gods to every nation. Furthermore, queer people are needed to remind the common people about the beauty of the truly masculine and truly feminine. The gods exist within and among them. While the world makes it difficult for understanding liminal spaces and why we need them is why we are being killed by capitalism.
