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The labor with which we give birth is simply a rehearsal for something we mothers must do over and over: turn ourselves inside out, and then let go.
You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place.
from one's own body - losing the
Wandering between two worlds, one lost, the other powerless to be born.
A child from a parent who self-fertilized would be like a clone of the parent with severe genetic damage.
What instruction the baby brings to the mother!
You come out of a woman and you spend the rest of your life trying to get back inside.
There is no way out of the experience except through it, because it is not really your experience at all but the baby's. Your body is the child's instrument of birth.
Delivered helpless and amazed
From the womb of the All, I am
waiting dazed
For memory to be erased.
Then I shall know the Elysium
That lies outside the monstrous womb
Of time from out of which I come.
Sometimes their immediate reaction is to want to run away because they realize inwardly that the transpositions their life will go through will be remarkable, change everything.
Now I am ready to tell how bodies are changed
Into different bodies.
Giving birth without possessing,
animating without subjecting,
fostering without dominating.
I want to return to the womb, anyone's.
Transhumanism literally means "beyond human." It's using science and technology to radically change and improve the human species and experience.
To be a mother is a magical experience. The whole body is transformed by this.
big-bang reproduction, or semelparity: a single reproductive effort, followed by preprogrammed death.
Upon the union of the male germ cell with the female egg cell, a new cell is created which almost immediately splits into two parts. One of these grows rapidly, creating the human body of the individual with all its organs, and dies only with the individual.
In a sane society no woman would be left to struggle on her own with the huge transformation that is motherhood, when a single individual finds herself joined by an invisible umbilical cord to another person from whom she will never be separated, even by death.
In a Transtromer poem, you inhabit space differently; a body becomes a thing, a mind floats, things have lives, and even non-things, even concepts, are alive.
When a woman conceives her true self, a miracle occurs and life around her begins again.
I performed what was perhaps the most obscenely intimate physical act of my life. I gave birth to a broken, querulous little old man by doing this: by putting on my civilian clothes. There
When you found yourself carrying another life inside you, and you were only a child yourself, you'd automatically forget all about the grunts and pains of labour. What had truly conquered your whole thoughts then were the shock, shame and panic.
When a woman gives birth, two are born: a baby from the womb of its mother and a woman from the womb of her former existence.
Parthenogenesis means never having your mother tell you to stop doing that or you'll go blind.
I am enceinte, gravid, pregnant, in pup, call it what you will. No doubt there are as many names for the production of a child as for the act which initiates it.
I maintain that inversion is the effect of neither a prenatal choice nor an endocrinal malformation nor even the passive and determined result of complexes. It is an outlet that a child discovers when he is suffocating.
Childbirth has always been a dangerous undertaking, but at least I've managed to eliminate the most painful part of the process.
What's that? Sex?
Love.
Who can describe the transports of a beam truly parental on beholding a daughter shoot up like some fair and modest flower, and acquire, day after day, fresh beauty and growing sweetness, so as to fill every eye with pleasure and every heart with admiration?
When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.
There are times when the adoption process is exhausting and painful and makes you want to scream. But, I am told, so does childbirth.
However, the baby was thriving. I was no longer feeling trapped, spending thirty out of every ninety minutes attached to a Williams-Sonoma Tit Juicer. But
His son's transformation cannot be stopped, or hastened, or adjusted; the man he will become is already present, like a form emerging from a slab of stone. All that remains is to watch it happen.
Womb? ... I mean ... does your lineage
When you birth a child, it's like a bloody giving of self to the creation of a life.
Phury Syndrome - a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.
But the strangest of all sensations is the moment after you have been freed of the baby
and the baby of you
and you are handed this tiny shriveled creature to hold for the first time ... and you feel a mixture of unbelievable instant love and desperate fear.
The use of fetuses as organ and tissue donors is a ticking time bomb of bioethics.
We know what a masquerade all development is, and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. - In fact, the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities.
Giving birth is priestess work; it requires a woman to pass through a painful and dangerous initiation in which she journeys to the threshold between worlds and risks her own life to help another soul cross over.
The body politic: the slow agonizing death of demarcation & the quick Caesarian section birth of chaos.
Miseries of a birth.
The transfiguration of matter occurs through wonder.
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between words. "It's coming! The baby's coming.
Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
The nature of the infant is not just a new permutation-and-combination of elements contained in the natures of the parents. There is in the nature of the infant that which is utterly unknown in the natures of the parents.
The aim of a nuclear-transplant experiment is to insert the nucleus of a specialized cell into an unfertilized egg whose nucleus has been removed.
The defect which one period of life fastens upon us, another will remove.
I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God.
When I saw the embryo, I suddenly realized there was such a small difference between it and my daughters. I thought, we can't keep destroying embryos for our research. There must be another way.
When enough women realize that birth is a time of great opportunity to get in touch with their true power, and when they are willing to assume responsibility for this, we will reclaim the power of birth and help move technology where it belongs-in the service of birthing women, not their master.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born.
The ability and desire to transform the mundane materials at hand that we both bring into the collaboration well beyond the sum total of the parts - to birth a new baby neither of us could claim single parentage of.
Journalists sometimes speculate about "brain transplants" when they really should be calling them "body transplants," because, as the philosopher Dan Dennett has noted, this is the one transplant operation in which it is better to be the donor than the recipient.
The seductive invitation of metamorphosis - of turning into something other - has continued to suffuse fantasies of identity; on the one hand holding out a way of escape from humanity, on the other annihilating the self.
What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?
Throughout much of our lives, our association with the temporary has risen. This transitory body, a sack of bones and flesh, is considered erroneously as our true body and we have accepted this temporary condition as conclusive.
What is birth to a man if it shall be a stain to his dead ancestors to have left such an offspring?
If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real.
It's hard to believe that this is how it's done. That this is how we get here into the world, by accident or design, the microscopic pieces of ourselves borne by fluids and blood and growing into a tiny kingdom of cells inside someone else's body It seems so difficult to become alive. So improbable.
The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.
Leaving home in a sense involves a kind of second birth in which we give birth to ourselves.
a trauma that breaks you into brand new pieces.
A living thing is born.
The need to become a separate self is as urgent as the yearning to merge forever. And as long as we, not our mother, initiate parting, and as long as our mother remains reliably there, it seems possible to risk, and even to revel in, standing alone.
The transformation is the most excruciating pain that you could possibly imagine, so you're mimicking this grand mal seizure while wearing crazy latex make-up. It's so bizarre. It's really out there. The most challenging part is the emotional and physical side of it.
For nine months I grew a human being inside my belly and then I pushed it out my vagina and now I'm feeding it with my boob. Biology is so fucking weird.
If one twin is cut, the other will bleed
With the offspring of genius, the law of parturition is reversed; the throes are in the conception, the pleasure in the birth.
This is your body, your greatest gift, pregnant with wisdom you do not hear, grief you thought was forgotten, and joy you have never known.
Everybody is giving birth to something - everybody but the lesbian in the upper tier. Her head is uptilted, her throat wide open; she is all alert and tingling with the shower of sparks that burst from the radium symphony. Jupiter is piercing her ears.
You come to this universe as a baby but life turns you into a human being.
The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A son of mine! Oh no, no, no! May my entire flesh perish and may I transmit to no one the aggravations and the disgrace of existence.
In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it."
the birth of the twins and what happened to them, although traditional, has transformed me as irreversibly as soaking cloth in a vat of dye.
But it seems she'd wanted children after all, because when she was told she'd been accidentally sterilized she could feel all the light leaking out of her.
In this moment, Maria uncodes how parents carry on through defect, deformity, and sickness. It doesn't matter what sex this child is, she thinks, or how it is, or why it is. It only matters that it is. ANNE
Transcendence is transformation.
The Transfiguration is the summer lightning of the coming Resurrection. Also of our own resurrection, for we too are to partake
The politics of trans-identity seeks to move from the _politics of singular identity_ to the _politics of multiple solidarities_ across various identities without abandoning one's personal attachments and commitments to the group that one finds significant.
Everything is in flux: everything changes; the body changes, the soul changes. We are capable of extraordinary self-transmutat ion and internal self-transforma tion.
A child is reliving millions of years of Evolution from a single cell to a XXI Century Human. This is the most amazing miracle I've ever encountered, and I am truly grateful to the Nature for letting me perform it - for letting me create a new life called Emily.
You went away a little boy in a man's body and you came back the same way, except the man got his hair processed.
The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.
Pregnancy is getting company inside one's skin.
Just a breath ago, an eighteen-year-old nurse was bending over Rebecca's father's father, a wounded soldier in a Soviet hospital, saying, yes, Shura, we are going to have a baby.
Growing another life inside of you is one of the strangest, but most amazing feelings anyone can have.
leg in an amputee. Over the centuries, medical treatment had become quite adept at fixing parts of the body that were broken: a shattered bone, or even a shattered mind;
First you have your baby, which in and of itself is a stunning feat. I won't go into specifics, but ouch and no thank you.
In achieving the depersonalization of childbirth and at the same time solving the problem of pain, our society may have lost more than it has gained. We are left with the physical husk; the transcending significance has been drained away.
This was where babies came from. ***
You transfix me quite.
Birth, n.: The first and direst of all disasters.
We are at a major epoch in human history, which is that we don't need sex to recreate the race. You can have babies without sex. This is the first time in human history that has been true, and it means, for example, we could do some extraordinary things.
But the ear, let us not forget, starts operating on the forty-fifth day of the pregnancy of a woman. Seven and a half months advance over the eye ... (but) what do we do in our society, in our civilisation, to continue this process?
Doctors are idiots," ...."It's the surrogate that counts.
The fingers and toes and beating hearts that we can see on an unborn child's ultrasound come with something that we cannot see: a soul
Childbirth calls into question our very existence, requiring an expectant couple to confront not only new life but death, pain, fear and, most of all, change.
The sexual parts are not only vivid examples of the body's dominion; they are also apertures whose damp emissions and ammoniac smells testify to the mysterious putrefaction of the body.
I was aborted and did not die,