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Feb. 2, 2006 "We Have seen the GLORY of the MIGHTY WOMAN'S LIB! We'll fight the Greenbay Packers until the team is made coed. GLORY! GLORY! HALALUYA! Fight so men will not subdue Ya! And if they Beech, Don't let em…………….. !!!!! Our Cause is Marching On!!!!" Those days were fun but my oh my, how attitudes have changed. Burning my bra is no longer practical. Dr. Spock and "The Womanly Art of Breast Feeding" gave my boys a good start. They are fine young men now. My double DD's did what they were suppose to do but they no longer defy gravity like they used to. I won't be tossing my bras in the bonfire no more. Sexual Freedom brought consequences. I became pregnant with my first. Daddy wasn't interested. Who cares, I want a daughter anyway. Some of my friends chuckled, and said, "You are going to have a son!" God as I understand her wouldn't do that to me. I am naming my daughter after my Blackfeet Indian Grandmother. When I was in labor pushing, I kept telling my daughter that I wanted her out. My female Lamaze Coach assured me, "All you're energy goes to your beautiful baby girl!" I was screaming and cursing and the doctor was joking, "Natural Childbirth Huh!" I called the doctor an overpaid baffoon and asked him if he was ready to catch my kid. "It's a boy!" the doctor announced. I held my precious manchild.. I looked in his eyes and immediately knew this child's an old soul. I am so honored to have him in my life for a time. When the second son came along, I went for a home birth, a midwife with the Bradley Natural Childbirth Method. This time, Daddy was there. There was no overpriced baffoon to catch my kid this time. He came out all by himself. It was the day before Thanksgiving. Relatives from both sides of his family were visiting and loved having welcoming a brand new infant to the fold. My newborn son had eyes like ET. Another old soul? Where did he come from? My grandmother and mother thought it was scandalous that I opted for a home birth. My great grandmother thought it was cool. She gave birth to eleven kids at home. I was blessed with a son who is fair with golden hair with hazel eyes like his mum. My second blessing was a handsome dark child with Cajun eyes. When I married Grumpy, I acquired a Step-Son too. God as I understand her sent me some magnificent sons. Soon I will have a daughter in law. That works for me. A precious little granddaughter would be nice. But hey, I will pamper and spoil a grandson too. Between the two sons, I got into a financial crisis and needed an influx of cash real fast. My biker boyfriend had encourage me to enter an amateur nude dancing contest in Las Vegas. I won the contest and decided to go professional. My best friend used to be a he. My biker boyfriend thought she who used to be a he was hot. I got them together. He never figured it out. Those were fun days. . My bra burning buddies would have said I was exploiting my body but I was laughing all the way to the bank. I stayed in great shape. I could eat all the ice cream I want and the fat fairy still stayed away. I used to have coffee with my now younger son's father. He would talk about his woes with his girlfriends. He knew I was a dancer and seemed cool with it. A year after I quit dancing we became husband and wife. Suddenly he felt I should feel shame because of my past occupation. I don't have any regrets not then or now. I could never understand why I was acceptable as a friend and why he bothered to marry me if I was unacceptable as a wife. The marriage went South but that's okay. My dark handsome manchild with the Cajun eyes is the real treasure. Nevertheless, in my next life, I will NEVER raise children without their father. It sucks swampwater. My bra burning buddies used to say, "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle!" I am not so sure that I agree with that anymore. I've been in "no man's land" for quite some time. There is peace in my home. There is no walking on eggshells. Ferlin the beautiful husky/hound mutt is a great hiking buddy. My younger son is happy just to be. He can listen to all the loud music that he wants. Alone is okay but sometimes loneliness gets overwhelming. This is a woman who longs for the gentle touch of a man like a fish craves the rivers, lakes, steams and oceans. "We are seeing the GLORY of the MIGHTY MASCULIST MEN! They'll fight the DALLAS CHEERLEADERS until the team is made coed. GLORY! GLORY! HALALUYA! Fight so WOMEN cannot subdue em! And if they Beech, Don't let em…………….. !!!!! The Cause is Marching On!!!!" Namaste!!!! I honor that which is sacred in you. ------------ About the author: Bonijean Isaacs is a freelance writer and Astrologer in West Virginia. Email: inez4liberty@gmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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