“No, you can’t ask me how ‘we’ (meaning lesbians) get pregnant,” is what I should have said. I am so tired of people asking me that questions. As if the intimate details of my child’s conception is public domain. Have I EVER asked a straight woman how she got pregnant?
“Were you trying or not trying?”
“Did you use a condom? Did the condom break?”
“Where were you when you got pregnant? On the floor? In the bed?”
“Missionary position or were you on your knees?”
“Did it hurt or did you like it?”
Instead, I said, “No, I don’t mind if you ask.” But I do. I really, really do mind if you ask. I don’t mind if you are queer and are doing research for your own process, but if you are straight and especially if you don’t know me very well, IT IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS how my son was conceived. If you are so fucking curious about how two women could possibly get pregnant, Google it.
(Sorry I said fuck so much. It is a great word that feels appropriate tonight.)