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bird120x120My friend and I unexpectedly ended up falling pregnant within just a few months of each other. While she planned on staying home with her child, I'd scheduled only an eight-week break before heading back to work. The time was short, so I wanted to work right up until the last possible moment.That plan was scrapped when three weeks before my due date the doctor insisted that I get off my shockingly swollen feet and rest. Crankily I did so, reading books to distract myself from the upcoming birth and subsequent changes in my calm little life.Only one thing (beside the incessant kicking of the child jammed into my fully-expanded belly) disturbed those quiet days of reading.It was the phone ringing constantly with calls from my friend, who by that point had given birth to a handsome yet supremely dissatisfied baby boy. She called every day, sometimes two or three times a day. I've never been particularly good on the phone, but having my rest broken then seemed like a real imposition.All she wanted was to talk about was her newborn. She told me of every echoing burp, every exploded diaper, every wretched crack to appear on her overused nipples. She'd launch into a tale of another sleepless night spent soothing an unhappy boy and all I'd want was to nod off; deliciously, ignorantly certain that I'd be a much better mother and any child born to me would never act so churlish.Then my baby came shrieking into the world. I could no longer nod off, nor could I lose myself for a happy afternoon in the written exploits of my favorite authors. Suddenly I had a thousand questions to which baby books provided only the most sketchy of answers, if I could even free one hand from child or breast to flip their pages.Instead I turned to the telephone, which could be dialed then propped between shoulder and ear. Sometimes I called my mother, but mostly I called my friend who had so recently begun dealing with an infant. We certainly didn't have all the answers or even a tithe of them, but there was something comfortable yet powerful in the sharing of our stories. We might not have been able to fix our babies' mysterious complaints but it surely felt good to talk.In time I built up a whole network of friends both on the 'net and in meat-space who understood what it was like to parent. As time has passed my concerns have shifted from inexplicable diaper contents to more grown-up topics, such as educating my little ones about boundaries, sexuality, gender, safety and respect. I found that discussing these topics in person sometimes brought on more nervous laughter than constructive help, and that as helpless and uneducated as I felt, my friends often felt even more so.It was for these reasons that I started Beyond the Birds and the Bees, an online resource where people can share their experiences in educating and being educated about sexuality. So far we've archived over one hundred posts dealing with all aspects of these topics.I've been moved to tears more than once during editing, including while working on today's post from eighteen-year-old Sylvi, who is preparing to give her younger cousin the "sex talk":
I have to talk to her about sex because no one else will.Not her mother, my Aunt, who believes you shouldn?t discuss those things. Not my mother, who barely even knows how to discuss sex and sexuality with me.I have to to talk to her about sex so she doesn?t go through what I did in my early teens.
It's my hope that by discussing successes, fears and inadequacies, reader can become more confident when it falls on them to provide education, and also more at peace about how they themselves were educated.Contribute a story if you'd like, or just browse through the archives. You'll find some powerful and thought-provoking writing there.Don't forget that I'm offering a little incentive for commenting on my posts here at the Babeland Blog, so why don't you leave Sylvi some suggestions for future talks with her cousin?------hiresbee2Between writing a personal blog, reviewing porn, editing a repository of sex-ed stories, raising children and reading lots of books, aag enjoys petting her cats. No that is not a euphemism. Well, maybe it is. ide education, and also more at peace about how they themselves were educated.Contribute a story if you'd like, or just browse through the archives. You'll find some powerful and thought-provoking writing there.Don't forget that I'm offering a little incentive for commenting on my posts here at the Babeland Blog, so why don't you leave Sylvi some suggestions for future talks with her cousin?------hiresbee2Between writing a personal blog, reviewing porn, editing a repository of sex-ed stories, raising children and reading lots of books, aag enjoys petting her cats. No that is not a euphemism. Well, maybe it is.