Lesbians in the Fertility Clinic
In the spirit of "Snakes on a Plane," where the subject matter is dealt with so succinctly, as goes my blog title.
It was very interesting in the fertility clinic yesterday when I went in for abdominal pain and swelling. (I'm fine, just bloated, hormonal and bitchy - so stay outta my way!) The typical social hierarchy is thrown for a loop. The married couples (and I assume) trudge into the waiting room, eyes averted, blushing and silent. The single women (again I assume) walk in with a spirit of hope and independence, tempered with a little sadness, perhaps. But it's the lesbians who rock the party.
The two women sitting next to each other were excitedly poring over the "Conceive" magazines so conspicuously laid out for us barren folk. Giggling over the ads for maternity clothes, chattering about "their" charts, they seemed to be in a state of bliss. Usually when one's name is called, one slowly rises up from their seat and walks toward the nurse at the door with a glare as if to say "did you HAVE to use my real name?" These girls, however, hopped up out of their seats, giggling all the way.
They were so excited to be there. For them, it wasn't the end point of a series of failures; it was the logical first step of creating a family. I'm so happy for them. It's probably one of the few places in society where they have a more socially acceptable "reason" for being there than the heteros do. We're there because we're somehow damaged; they're there because they're taking control of their destinies.
YOU GO, GIRLFRIENDS!!! Rock on.
It was very interesting in the fertility clinic yesterday when I went in for abdominal pain and swelling. (I'm fine, just bloated, hormonal and bitchy - so stay outta my way!) The typical social hierarchy is thrown for a loop. The married couples (and I assume) trudge into the waiting room, eyes averted, blushing and silent. The single women (again I assume) walk in with a spirit of hope and independence, tempered with a little sadness, perhaps. But it's the lesbians who rock the party.
The two women sitting next to each other were excitedly poring over the "Conceive" magazines so conspicuously laid out for us barren folk. Giggling over the ads for maternity clothes, chattering about "their" charts, they seemed to be in a state of bliss. Usually when one's name is called, one slowly rises up from their seat and walks toward the nurse at the door with a glare as if to say "did you HAVE to use my real name?" These girls, however, hopped up out of their seats, giggling all the way.
They were so excited to be there. For them, it wasn't the end point of a series of failures; it was the logical first step of creating a family. I'm so happy for them. It's probably one of the few places in society where they have a more socially acceptable "reason" for being there than the heteros do. We're there because we're somehow damaged; they're there because they're taking control of their destinies.
YOU GO, GIRLFRIENDS!!! Rock on.
posted by DysLexie @ 10:40 AM
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