pregnant ootd

Two people, on two seperate occassions this morningasked me WHEN I was expecting. Not even if. When. Like my belly was big enough to make a safe assumption that I am pregnant.

Um, I’m sorry, no. First of all, don’t ask ANYONE if they are expecting, unless they tell you. Second of all, I DON’T LOOK PREGNANT.

Plus, what if I was trying? What if I couldn’t get pregnant? What if I wanted kids, but the political enivironment surrounding gay parents is too risky right now to bring a life into? Hm? Maybe that’s my life, but I’m not about to tell you that while I’m at work.

Self-esteem took a hit this morning.

First day of class Magda with post-morning rain frizz and a 23 week belly. You can follow my “Feminist Perspectives on Culture” course on tumblr. The course, in short, is about badass feminist women doing badass feminist shit. I am looking forward to it and looking forward to learning with Women’s Studies students and being privy to their perspectives.