On having a pregnant wife
I'm going to be less inclined to the whole 'your body is a miracle' kind of shtick.
EXCUSE ME? My body is too a miracle, woman, and don't you forget it. Hello -- I have TWO VAGINAS. Two of 'em, I tell you. Sounds pretty dang miraculous to me. Are you a lesbian, or what? (see below.)
You see what I have to put up with, Internet? Sheesh.
As it turns out, my body is even more
(Plus, Mel, a.k.a. Stirrup Queen, of the inestimable Stirrup Queen's Completely Anal List of Blogs That Proves That She Really Missed Her Calling as a Personal Organizer, says via email, "I think you just may have the most unique situation on the blogroll." And let's face it: this is a woman who knows from hoo-has.)
One of the journal articles pointed out how folks like me seem to contradict the dominant theory of fetal genital development -- because the order in which things are thought to fuse should mean that you can have duplication of upstream elements with normal downstream ones, but not the other way around -- but then went on to mention that really? We hardly know anything about fetal genital development.
This brings me to another point from Sugar's post,
Will my answer help you decide which one of us is more gay?
I'm not even going to get into a toolbox arms race or start talking smack about pool-playing skills. All I'm going to say is: I am challenging the hegemonically male-gaze-driven perinatal/OB-gyn orthodoxy with my cooter.