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Another long-lived widow passes over years after her prominent husband...

I saw on yahoo that Coretta Scott King the woman partner/ally of Martin Luther King had died.

I thought, the passing of more history and her/stories. I'm living in an age where so much is dehistoricized even by the feminists and activists I encounter, where so much emphasis is placed on youth and the young that I worry that our struggles become less and less grounded in a knowledge of the past. This passing marks a loss for sure. But a loss of what kind?

But, since I was always more of a Malcolm X-y sort of Black queer girl, I won't get too much up in the contribution of her late partner whose name and dream are presently being pimped by all sorts of folks who don't care one fig about everyday Black people, no way no how.

My Blog for Choice Day post is really belated...

Again, choice is one of those things that only works for all wimmin if the wimmin fighting for it have an analysis of who could be excluded or oppressed even by other wimmin positioned differently in relation to various kinds of systemic oppression. And for the record, this is not me saying anyone is a bad mother. It's me saying, your fly is down and all your business is showing. :)

Today is Blog For Choice Day and I'm not going to treat this like a: "The dog ate my homework" sort'a moment. Having said that, I know that inspiration doesn't flow like that for me. I write what I'm thinking about most strongly, most emotionally. What bubbles to the surface very rarely has anything to do with what I'm supposed to be writing about.

Transgressive Mamawork

One of the wimmin who responded to my freaking out i have a boy baby post suggested that I look back at this post in a few weeks, months, years, decades.

I agreed. What I didn't tell her is that this is my normal habit as a mama/writer. I wrote quite a few pieces during my pregnancy with my first child and in the years immediately following that all had to do with me rolling over in my head what sort of mama I wanted to be.

Last night, after reading some of the posts, I went back and looked at this piece. I have a slightly editted (can't keep from doing that) version cut and pasted in below...

My Birth Plan

FYI:
I live in canada aka kkkanada, more specifically in Ontario, where midwifery as practiced by birthing professionals trained with the medical model is limited in terms of what midwives can actually do, yet legal and covered by our government health insurance.

This is a slightly edited version of the birthplan I emailed to my two midwives and their student to let them know who I am and what my ideal prenatal care, pregnancy and birth situation looks like. I'll be doing more formatting plus adding links to various words, phrases and names over the next few days.

On my main blog - One Tenacious Baby Mama - there are links throughout the plan, photos of a slavery auction scene with a Black woman and child present, a few diagramatic images of surgery, a lovely caesarean surgical scene and also a few really precious photos of surgical models supplied to surgeons to practice operating on wimmin's bodies.

Mission Not Accomplished...sort of

This entry was posted on my main blog yesterday...

So,
I went for my ultrasound today. I don't have a girl as I'd hoped. So much for the Shettles method. Quack. I have a penis-possessing boy. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Okay, okay...so I have to regroup.

Boys are fine. Boys are....well...I'm just going to have to step up my what are boys and how do you raise one, research. I've spent years figuring out the little girl I was and hanging out with wimmin figuring out who their little girls were. It was just a logical next step to have lots of girls, populating the planet with hardy little wise-cracking politico amazons. The introspection could morph into something useful for a tribe of girls.

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