Plathological

I know a lot of gay men who complain about their man-wombs aching and this desperate need for children. Encourage them to adopt and tell them to back off and get their own sandwich if they start pawing at your uterus. :)

Now I think I see The Light: the only way to deal with gay men being their wonderful selves is to ask the advise of other gay men. It really seem like the only way to survive over here . ."over here" meaning: OVER HERE WITH THIS GODFORSAKEN UTERUS.

also, please note that I called it an IT.

:)

It's always seemed tragic that women don't get more than one uterus. I used to love to ask Michelle how her uteri were doing.

Oh, and the other method would be to start screaming, DON'T YOU SEE? DON'T YOU SEE? DON'T YOU SEE? I'M ALREADY GIVING BIRTH! While pointedly indicating (ie pointing at) reams and reams of papers contributing to some half-finished short story.

And then you should demand cherry pie.

oh(!), these are all very good and strategically relevant. Why didn't I think of those? Probably because I was . .how you say: blinded by panic and the ultimate question of existence.

I could also point to the basic properties of my lifestyle and personality and then proceed to point out how neither is exactly conducive to childrearing.

You'd probably get more phone messages from me, claiming to be Ted Hughes, demanding my dinner. As well.

child-rearing! I love that phrase. It properly produces the image of some slovenly English woman, vis-a-vis the Industrial Revolution, with dirty-nappied infants strapped to her sides, back, and buttocks.

Just to clarify. I never said a thing about babies. In jest, Matt set off the whole topic with his hilarious, adorably puerile squeeling and baby-want.

Upon his mention of wanting friends with babies for us to oggle, I, in the imperative, suggested that Caroline be the matronly vessel of a baby. This, also In jest, of course. A baby for entertainment. Not, His, baby or say, my, baby. It should be made clear that, ew.

So my man-womb is just fine, baby free, no plans for the the immediate future, and pawing uteruses is the absolute furthest thing fom my mind, thank you very much. Far too many wonderful, parentless babies already to be making new, motherless ones through science or otherwise. And let's not start about cloning.

Aching man-wombs. Sick.

I will of course, be giving birth to myself, fully-grown, from my own head. And I shall live inside a house of mirrors.

yeah, I'm just planning to masturbate a lot.

I hate babies-- why are we still talking about them???? They just made Xavier leave an essay-length comment. babies suck. reproducing yourself sentence after sentence (i.e.: house of mirrors) totally rules.

Xavier-- no one said anything about having your baby (did they??) . .in any case, I’m not having ANY baby from anyone in any way. so it goes. I’ll always have the memory of junior.

ps,

Ben, I now demand a phone call from Ted Hughes.

so, just to clarify.

babies=no

touching myself=yes.

if there's any more confusion please don't mention it.

Upon review, my earlier comment seems very aggro. I was actually just trying to be funny. But no, the tone is very serious indeed. I was just making a whole thing out of nothing for fun...
And money.

(Don't tell Mom.)

take the money & run, Xavier, we'll take care of the baby in the bathwater. I think it's time it moved to Toronto, or followed the crowd to Greece.