biological reproduction

superpaulina10  asked:

Referring those discussions abput heteronormativity and the idea of same sex biological reproduction: As a biology student, the only promblem I could find with malexmale reproduction between themselves is the lack of a place where the child would develope. Men have all female hormones, but in less number. If the magic can create a place, then it's fine by me :D

Yeah, there’s tons of ways same sex magical reproduction could be viable! I mean, if Anankos can get asexually mpreg and give birth to Lillith in canon, I don’t think it’d be that weird for same sex couples to have magical ways of reproduction.

IMAGINE Kanan summoning Ezra for a special Jedi lesson: Sex Ed...

Ezra: Oh no.

Kanan: So this was what I was taught at the Temple. So pay attention closely, because this is important. *deep breath* Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

*Over a Decade Ago*

Caleb Dume: Master Billaba, what’s sex?

Depa: Oh, young Caleb, it’s the biological distinction between reproductive functions applied to species.

Caleb: I mean, what’s sexual intercourse?

Depa: Ummmmmmmmm… Why don’t my old master, your grandmaster explain it to you.

Mace Windu: So you see, my grandpadawan, it’s… Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Why don’t the Council try to answer this

*Later*

The entire circle of the Council: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Master Ki-Adi-Mundi: Hey wait, I’m one of the few Jedi allowed to marry. I got four wives and that resulted in seven darling little girls. So young Dume, I can testify that…– 

*Yoda makes a slit throat gesture at him*

Master Ki-Adi-Mundi: Oh, I’m sorry, Dume, I mean… Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

*BACK TO THE PRESENT*

Kanan: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm… and that’s it.

Ezra: Wait, what?

Kanan: That doesn’t satisfy you?

Ezra: That’s it?

Kanan: Yeah, that’s literally it. That’s how the lesson went at the Jedi Temple. At first I thought it was just some kind of riddle that got past along, but that’s literally all there is to sex. So there you go.

Ezra: Oh, that wasn’t a bad lesson.

Kanan: Now if you would excuse me, I’m going to have regularly scheduled alone time with Hera.

“But how will you make your life meaningful?”

Before we begin, I’ll briefly question the idea that simply producing a child will automatically make your life have meaning. I’m sure that raising happy, well-adjusted children is a wonderful achievement, and gives you a great sense of purpose. 

But just committing the biological act of reproduction doesn’t mean shit on its own. And even parents are vulnerable to that feeling of, “What is the reason for my life? What’s the point of me?”

So, with that said…

I know a lot of people get stuck on this one. How do you ensure that you’ll live a purposeful, satisfying life? 

Here’s something I like to do every few months. I take a piece of paper and a pen, sit somewhere quiet on my own, and I check in with myself. I like to sketch a mind map sort of thing, but you can write it, draw it - whatever feels like it means something to you. I go through each of the following categories in turn and I ask myself, honestly and gently, what would I like to see myself do? What would it feel cool to achieve? And I jot down whatever I’m thinking.

Some of these categories will produce maybe just a couple of ideas for you. Some will produce loads. That’s fine. Let yourself sink into the areas that mean the most to you, and rest in them, enjoying the thought of what those achievements would feel like.

1) Contribute to family.

‘Family’ isn’t restricted to just you, a heterosexual spouse and 2.5 children. 

Would you love a close relationship with a sister or brother? Do you maybe want to prioritise looking after your parents in their old age? Does your cousin always keep inviting you to stay with her in the city some time?

Go ahead and note down some Long Term Things you’d like to experience. “Make sure my niece knows I’m always here if she needs me.” Or maybe, “Take my dad on that fishing trip he always talks about.”

And if they come to mind, jot down some Short Term Things - these are little acts that wouldn’t take a few minutes, and you could do even this evening. “Call my aunt and see how she’s feeling after her operation”. “Send my brother a good luck card for his job interview. Tell him I’m thinking about him.”

You don’t need to create a family to have a family.

And make your friends into family, too. Anyone you love can be family. Is there someone you lost touch with? Is there someone you want to be in touch with, forty years from now? No, they are not biologically related to you; that doesn’t mean their life means nothing. Pick up the phone. Send them a postcard, even if you see them everyday. Next time you see them, hug them and tell them they mean something to you. Then their life will have meaning, and yours.

2) Contribute to your community.

You’ll be amazed how many groups of people out there would love your help - how much your contribution would mean to them. Even just a few hours of your time can make a huge difference, especially when they’re combined with the hours of others.

Have you always thought it’s sad, all that litter in the park? Have you watched that little old lady struggling up the road with her shopping bags for months now? Is there a local charity looking for someone to help organise a fundraiser?

You can do so, so much good. You can make someone’s whole life a little better. You can really mean something to somebody who needs you.

3) Contribute to animal lives.

When I was growing up, whenever I read about rescue animals who’d gone from an unhappy existence to a safe and loving home, I would get the hugest lump in my throat. That’s a good clue something means a lot to you. 

Honestly, just go put ‘rescue dog’ into YouTube. Get some tissues first. Watch for a while and see how much your life and your actions could mean to a lonely or mistreated animal. 

So many animals out there need a person. You’re a person. And wouldn’t that say a lot about you? You loved, and not just within your own species. Someone didn’t even need to be human for you to know they deserved love and safety.

If you’re like me, and this is a big one for you, go ahead and make your notes. Long term, you might want to regularly foster all manner of rescue pets. Short term, when did you last walk your dog? Have you been meaning to clean out your rabbit for a couple of days now? Is there a local shelter asking for donations of newspaper for litter trays?

Kindness is always meaningful.

4) Contribute to knowledge.

This doesn’t have to stay within the structure of schools and universities. You might like that idea, but you don’t have to be a student to study.

There are so many interesting things out there. And there’s so much room in the world of knowledge - more than enough for all of us. 

It doesn’t matter how obscure or specialised your interests are. You could start a blog, right now, this evening. All you need to do is tell yourself, “Hey - I’m going to stop beating myself up about the things I find interesting. I like what I like. I’m totally allowed.”

So Long Term, you might write down that you’d love to write an article for that magazine you buy sometimes. You might even want to get a degree or teach a class. (Did you have a teacher who meant the world to you? I did. That means her life had meaning, and I will always remember her.) 

Short Term, nothing too big. Nothing you couldn’t achieve in a small slot of time. Maybe you’ll just have a look around for pre-existing blogs on your subject, or nosy at Amazon for a nice new book.

Back when I was at university, I always found it thrilling in the library - all those old, dusty books, written by people who were long gone. Yet here I was, still eagerly listening to their voices, processing their opinions.

5) Contribute to ‘art’.

I’ve put ‘art’ in scare quotes here. No, you don’t have to take up oil painting and live in a filthy flat in Paris with no curtains or food in the fridge. You just have to make something that means something to you, put it out into the world, and I guarantee you will bring meaning to someone else as well.

It doesn’t have to be a grand, traditional art form. Maybe you love making badges. That’s fine! Make your gorgeous, colourful little badges. Look into having an Etsy shop, or maybe just give them to people for their birthdays. Perhaps you like making your own clothes, or woodcraft, or writing, or playing the drums.

It’s all good. 

So, Long Term? For some of you, that might mean seeing your name at the top of the bestseller lists. That’s fine. Dream big if you like. Or maybe for now you just want to paint your dog’s face onto a mug, and you feel like that would be meaningful. That’s fine, too. 

The trick here is to amass lots of ideas - big ideas, little ideas - that will all add up to meaning in your life.

6) Contribute to a political cause.

A good way to figure this one out is to ask yourself what makes you really angry. You can guarantee that it makes someone else angry too. A whole bunch of someone else.

You can find them with a simple google - and there are petitions you could sign too, this very day. Have you got some spare change in your bank account? That could mean the world to a small charity. Have you ever wanted to protest something that meant a lot to you?

Write it down! It’s fine. You don’t have to do all these things we’re dreaming up. All you’re doing is giving yourself some ideas, some sense of direction. Maybe you get fired up thinking about chaining yourself to ancient trees, standing there in front of the heavy machinery. Maybe you want to search for feminist quotes and scrawl them all over your favourite notebook. Maybe you want to respond to that newspaper article that made you angry. You’re allowed! Do it! Say the thing you want to say. Don’t die with your song still inside you.

7) Remember what you’ve already achieved, and take it day-by-day.

It’s easy to panic and worry that your life isn’t ‘going anywhere’. I’ve been there. And I’ve come to realise it’s pretty normal to go back there now and then, just to reassess, to make sure everything’s in order.

But don’t be hard on yourself.

Now you’ve made some jottings on what it might be meaningful to achieve, what things you might like to pursue, make sure you take some time to list your achievements so far. 

List everything that makes you proud to be you. Nobody has to see this list except you. If it makes you feel proud, even just a little, screw it - write it down. List the things you own, the things you did, the things you survived. Gather together all the meaning you have found so far in life, and sit with it for a while, like a dragon with your treasure hoard. Watch your gems sparkle. Be pleased with yourself.

And most important, as you go forwards in life, take each day by itself.

If the only meaning you can create for yourself right now, in this day, is that you take a shower - that’s fine. That’s where you are now. You are trying. And you’re caring enough to try, damn it. That’s a hell of an achievement right there. If the only meaning you can conjure up today is that you read this blog post, that’s perfect. Well done. Today, you made meaning in your life.

And don’t ever let someone convince you that just because they had unprotected sex, and conception happened, they’ve got the meaning of life all sorted. 

They haven’t. Parents struggle as much as anyone. There’s just a lot of pressure on parents to state publicly (and loudly) that their children make them wholly happy without condition and that they are absolutely fine thanks. Dissenters are often treated with outraged anger by the parent community. But all parents worry, and they all cry. They fear making wrong choices. It’s not all roses and rainbows and delirious sunny days crammed full of meaning.

So don’t worry - your life is wide open. There are many sources of meaning out there, waiting for you. Sometimes it just takes some quiet time and self-care to figure them out.

  • person 1: the word "woman" is most commonly defined as "adult female human", or more generally, "female human". i want to describe sexism and misogyny & i'm going to use the most coherent vocabulary possible
  • person 2: "woman" doesn't mean "female human". women can be male
  • person 1: ... okay
  • person 2: wait nvm women are female
  • person 1: haha okay i thought you weren't kidding for a second there
  • person 2: all women are female because self-identification as female makes you female
  • person 1: wait what? how am i supposed to describe sex, then?
  • person 2: designated male/female at birth
  • person 1: but that makes it seem like sex has no biological, reproductive reality
  • person 2: why would u need to talk about that stuff tho
  • person 1: female reproductive capacities form the basis of sexism and misogyny
  • person 2: why would u need to talk about that stuff tho

I’m all comfy and out of it from an afternoon nap, and all I can think about right now is how bizarre it is that we as a society literally extend characteristics that are coded as masculine and feminine to the discussion of the biological function of reproductive organs. 

I remember learning about the uterus being this thing that makes a warm and nurturing home for fertilized eggs to develop into fetuses every single time we had sex ed in school, and this is the narrative I’ve heard repeated pretty much everywhere ever since. Meanwhile, like no one ever mentions the fact that the uterus also serves as a ruthless testing ground for those eggs, and part of its job is making sure that the considerable resources and risks associated with pregnancy aren’t wasted on anything short of the best. (Congrats! If you’re reading this right now, you passed!) 

Whereas the narrative about sperm is all: ~ the strongest swimmer wins, develops into fetus! Active! Decisive! ~ The fact that the bulk of the selection process responsible for determining whether or not genetic material is viable rests with the uterus is ignored. Because sets of reproductive organs are gender-coded. 

I guess the point of this whole thing is that the social trappings of gender are extended to biology in such weird ways, and that what we’re taught as science is hella super not objective, but mostly I just wanted to type this so I did. I hope it makes sense.

My story as an Asexual/My Relationship looks like:

tsundereninja submitted: 

 Ok! Honestly I don’t really know how to start this so I will just jump right in.

I’m a 17 year old asexual. I’ve known I am asexual since I was 14 years old after reading a tumblr post that came across my dash about sexualities. I steadily researched it for a couple of weeks before finally deciding I was Ace. Before then I pretty much lacked any attraction, much less a sexual one. I didn’t see the point in sex aside from a biological/reproductive point of view. I didn’t get my first crush until I got into high school and really the most I wanted to do with them was hold their hand. I was a very innocent child. Whenever I was asked what sexuality I told them I was nothing because I didn’t feel attraction. Then I would get the classic response of “There has to be someone you like.” In short though, I felt broken. I knew I wasn’t really like the rest of my classmates whose hormones were just beginning to run wild. 

I ended up coming out to my father in a casual conversation naively because he was trying to talk me into having children (which he was convinced I was going to do within the next two years for some reason) and I told him I didn’t know whether I wanted children or not because I lacked a sexual attraction to people and I didn’t want to have sex. Well he blew up on me about how I was too young to know what I wanted and I would eventually find someone that I wanted to have children with. It really hit me and destroyed my confidence but I still identified as asexual but I kept it more of a secret from my family. It wasn’t until a year and a half later when I realized that my father was emotionally abusive and my mom would divorce him. Another experience I had like this was in my 9th grade health class when we were talking about relationships and I was curious about how others felt about dating someone who was asexual. It didn’t really go so well speaking that my health teacher invalidated my sexuality and the guys in the room turned it into a total joke like (I’ll just wait and ask again later" sort of thing). That also didn’t help my coming out. Over last summer, I came out to my mom and she wholeheartedly accepted me for who I was. It was because of this that I was finally able to be validated and I’m now super confident in being ace. 

It wouldn’t be until 3 years after finding my sexuality that I wouldn’t find my date-mate. My boyfriend is now the love of my life and my most favorite person in the world. Even though he is sexual, we still have a very healthy relationship. He hasn’t pressured me into anything and understands my boundaries with certain things. He has known since before we got together since I’m quite open about it. While he still has questions for me about it, but he never once has invalidated my sexuality and is completely accepting of me. I was worried going into a relationship to begin with because I heard horror stories of couples breaking up after finding out that one of them is not interested in sex. I was lucky enough to be matched with a someone who is mostly uninterested in sex. He is a year older than me and graduated from high school last week but he wants to continue the relationship through college. He is completely willing to wait for me until I get into college myself next year. He comes over to my house regularly for cuddles and hand holding and happily takes me out on dates. He is probably one of the best things that could happen to me. There’s a lot of kissing and cuddling with several philosophical discussions. When we are together he rarely lets me go and is the perfect gentleman (he pulls out my chair and always walks on the side that is closest to traffic, stuff like that). There also is a lot of acceptance and communication. He’s probably the best first boyfriend an ace girl can ask for.