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When cartoonist Charles Danziger and his partner decided they were going to have a baby through surrogacy, Danziger knew he wanted a way to tell their children the story of how their family came to be. Thus was born “All Our Wishes,” the beautiful story of two mouse-spouses who want to have a baby. Check out the BuzzFeed article about Charles for the rest of the story! 

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ALRIGHT! I’m very surprised by the amount of guesses that surprise I mentioned earlier got, but I think it’s time to put the apparent curiosity to rest now.

So, what was the whole thing I had planned for Luna in this NextGen!verse? Well, it’s quite simple, really.

She’s the surrogate mother of Discord and Celestia’s first cub, Vega. Why? Let me hash out some headcanon for ya. ;D

So I dunno if I told ya’ll, but I’ve actually have it headcanoned that Celestia is not able to have children. She’s able to produce eggs that are able to be fertilized, but actually give birth and keep a pregnancy? She’s unable to do it. This is something she and Luna have known for most of her life (the Sun princess isn’t a virgin, and she has tried to have a family on a few occasions), but Discord only found out when she told him when the topic of future foals came about. Luna, on the other hand, CAN have foals, however she has absolutely no desire to have foals of her own, and she completely lacks the desire for sex and a romantic relationship. Now, despite all of that said, she still chose and offered to be the surrogate mother to her sister’s and Discord’s first child. Her main reason for this decision was because she knew how much Celly wanted a foal of her own. The first image there is essentially the sisters having feels after Celestia accepts Luna’s consent to be the surrogate mother of her first kid.

The second image is a little after the pregnancy takes. Despite carrying Discord and Celestia’s foal for them, Luna still feels pretty awkward about the pregnancy as a whole, especially when she’s asked permission to feel the foal kick. She doesn’t mind Celestia asking too much and often indulges her sister, but with Discord she more often than not refuses to let him touch her tummy, even when he tries giving her puppy-dog eyes.

The third image is of Celestia happily cradling her brand new egg. After a while Celly and Discord wants another kid but decide to do something different than asking Luna to suffer through another pregnancy on their behalf. Discord worked long and hard to create a spell to allow Celestia the experience of being pregnant…. in a sense, anyway. What they did was use method similar to IVF, but instead of placing the fertilized egg back into a womb, Discord used his inpromptu spell to form it into a literal egg (similar to a dragon’s egg) in a way that it can properly develop without the risk of miscarriage. He gives this egg to Celestia, who essentially keeps it on her virtually at all times. She’s a very happy camper. C:

Sooooooooooooooooooooo yeah. There’s the surprise plus a little extra headcanon; hopefully it was worth the guessing and wait. x3 Feel free to ask any questions if you have them, but other than that thanks you guys for indulging me! ^.^

If you still miss the crew of Serenity, if you want to know what ever happened between Mal and Inara, if you’re curious about why Shepherd Book knew so much about the Alliance… well, it’s basically because your brain processes these people as your friends.

And, understandably, you miss your friends.

“A truly all-inclusive book, What Makes a Baby uses bright, bold illustrations to teach children about all the different places children come from, including adoption, IVF, and surrogacy. Every kind of family can find their own origin story on its pages, whose characters aren’t specified in color or gender, while learning about others’ stories, too. The newly released follow up for older children, Sex is a Funny Word, uses a comic book format to tackle the topics of sex, boundaries, gender identity, and much more.” 

From 30 LGBTQIA-Positive Children’s Books That’ll Teach Kids How Beautifully Diverse The World Is  

See the full reading list on Bustle.com

“This suit will be your costume.” Lao Ting pointed to the black skirt and jacket hanging from the coat rack in the corner of his office. “You will tell people you are the vice president of the company. They may see you as a sex object, and this will be advantageous in business negotiations. I have noticed that American businessmen are very easy to manipulate. Has anyone ever told you that you resemble Christie Brinkley, the American supermodel of the nineteen eighties?”

I said a few people had. I did look like Christie Brinkley, and like Jacqueline Bisset and Diane Sawyer, I’d been told. I was five foot nine, 116 pounds, with long, silky light-brown hair. My eyes were blue, which Lao Ting said was the best color for someone in my position. I was 28 when I became the surrogate vice president. I was to be the face of the company at in-person meetings. Lao Ting thought American businessmen would discriminate against him because of the way he looked. He looked like a goat herder. He was short and thin and wore a white linen tunic and a belt of rope around his beach shorts. His beard was nearly white and hung down like a magical tail from his chin to his pubis. My previous job had been as a customer-service representative for Marriott Hotels, taking reservations over the phone at home. I’d been living in a studio apartment above a Mexican bakery in Oxnard. The view out my window there was a concrete wall.

“Your last name will be Reilly,” Lao Ting told me. “Would you like to suggest a first name for your professional entity?”

I suggested Joan.

- Excerpt from The Surrogate. Read more.

So-called surrogacy provides a perfect example of the mind-body distinction which is a creation of  patriarchal philosophical discourse. It is not only a child who is “bought” - whether with money, gifts, or through emotional and psychological gratification. It is not only a uterus that is “bought” as a receptacle to house the pregnancy until the commissioned child is born. The woman’s bloodstream, her oxygen system, her nutrient system, her whole physical self becomes part of the transaction.

A woman may be persuaded, just as women who “sell” other parts of their bodies are persuaded, that her mind remains her own: she defines her mind as the centre of her autonomy, which is not for sale - or exploitation.

If she succeeds at distancing herself (her mind), thusly, from herself (her body), she engages in a centrally destructive feat: mind and body cannot be separated, are not separable. I am my body. I am myself. Myself is my body. In the very process of attempting to evade the inevitable: that one’s self is being “used” by others for their own ends, the woman divides herself from herself, her mind from her body. Thus the autonomous self is dictated to by the exigencies of the moment. The autonomous self is occupied by others.

If she does not succeed in dichotomising herself in this way, the woman recognises herself as occupied territory: the commissioning parents have first call (whether by legal contract or moral understanding) not only upon the developing child, but upon the woman herself.

—  Whose Surrogacy? Surrogacy, Ethics and the Law by Jocelynne A. Scutt.
lovecomesfirst.com
GloZell Babysits for Gay Dads and their Four Kids
GloZell Green’s recent path to parenthood via surrogacy has been widely documented - from People Magazine to her own docu-series. Perhaps less known is her tremendous support for the LGBTQ community.

YouTube comedian GloZell Green has been chronicling her journey to parenthood via surrogacy. Now, in preparation for her own baby, she spends the day with gay dads, Anthony and Byron, and their four children: identical twins Jackie and Jasmine, Jake and baby Mariah.

And while not everything goes as planned, the biggest lesson learned is that love does comes first.

Watch the video here!

newstatesman.com
Paid surrogacy makes disadvantaged women into walking wombs

So glad to see somebody writing about this in the mainstream media. Paid surrogacy is like prostitution’s more socially acceptable little sister, commercialising and exploiting vulnerable women’s bodies. It is nothing less than reproductive slavery, and I am sick and tired of so-called feminists celebrating it as a ‘choice’.