
I didn’t obsess over the idea of motherhood much, like, for example, I didn’t pretend play with my baby dolls as a kid. Motherhood seemed on one extreme inevitable—billions of women have been mothers before, billions of mothers will come after me—and on the other end, not for me. I still struggle to shake the uncertainty and doubts I have, like would I be a good mother, is birth something I can handle, what if I fail, etc. But I’m in a healthy relationship w tloml, and he’s my reason im excited!
62 million views in one month. On a website where men were raping their wives and posting it online. That was just one website. 62 million views, no reports to police. No arrests. Just millions of men willing to participate in rape porn of women who had no idea their husbands were so entitled. This is one of the many reasons I don’t want to get married.
I’ve thought a lot about my selection process. I could hope that despite the vastly inadequate research into the markers of safe men, my guesses are right. I could get down on my knees and pray to the Goddess that she’ll make me lesbian. Or I can give up on romance (if it happens, it happens) and focus on female friends who don’t form online rape groups.
Other option is that I might actually be attracted to trans/nonbinary ppl, so maybe there’s hope there for a safe romantic relationship. But for raising kids, a group of 10 mothers is better than two parents anyway. I could take a year maternity leave and help watch everyone’s kids, then go back to work whenever I’m ready knowing I have a team ready to help.