leave the baby-making to women
a woman is a virgin if she has never had sexual relations with a man. futhermore, sex with a man is the only way for a woman to become pregnant with child. all that’s common knowledge. but history has always known cases of virgin birth. those women that, untouched by men, nevertheless conceive. these cases are regarded now as myth and allegory, but we know that most myths are really records of derelict social technologies and freedoms.
reproduction is now thought of in the realm of biology, as in, the fusion of a spermatozoan and an ovum into a zygote. but this is a falsehood, as all male biopolitical narratives are. reproduction is a social—and that means a gendered—process. feminism is now the most recuperated of the social movements, and patriarchy maintains its stranglehold on discourses of reproduction. the antidote will involve hardcore penetration as a rememberance of lost female power.
cybernetic cis lesbians with captive imaginations theorize novel methods of reproduction using hematopoeitic cells to make so-called "science babies." what they ignore are the means and methods of dykery, unmolested by male science and rationalism, that have existed for thousands of years by which amorous women might produce offspring. these methods have never successfully been locked up in a lab or studied at institutions of higher learning by men, but they have been wilfully forgotten by cis vulvular-chauvinists, prudes, frigid dykes, heterosexual trans women, liberal feminists, and other male collaborators.
the expectation for a trans woman to castrate herself as part of 'biological transition' is precisley the means by which lesbian baby-making falls into the clutches of technology and out of our own hands, cunts, and cocks. biological technology makes a poor replacement for liberatory social mores, collaborative shape-shifting, and female mythologies. our societies have become literal and forgotten that feminine stories and rituals have much more to do with real life and real relationships than money, property, science, laws, or men. two-thousand years ago, the witch lilith snuck into the high house of mary and snaked up her cunt, preserving her virginity but leaving her with child.
hairy witches in scotland grant wishes—like a lesbian's for a child—and minoan priestesses covet effete 'men' for use in fertility rituals. chance meetings of nebbish surrealists, doomed schizophrenic women, and perverted failed priests in the woods of collaborationist france. the old english Defilers (who is to be defiled if not women?). historical analysis of sappho's sexuality should take into account that the cultural institution of gender did not exist in the same hegemonic forms on her ancient island. was it a man's cock she had loved—or a woman's? in the words of lesbian historian @feiiatrix, 'afab women who knew for sure what they wanted were girls with dicks' were roaming the streets—and locked in the asylums—of victorian england. the word 'harem' is a misunderstanding of muslims telling white men their entrance into women's quarters was forbidden—haram—but no caliph could complain about intimacies between women, penetrative or not.
in other words, the means of reproduction, free of men, are already in lesbian hands. cis dykes have forgotten, because they've been fooled by modern male mythogies and the genocide of trans women. the necessary reminder is nothing more eloquent than the sudden intrusion of a woman's cock. the cure for cultural amnesia and the erasure of female dick is a hymen-breaking dose of the latter. the recipe for lesbian babies is quite simple. mate nubile, priapic trans lesbians with plush, ovulating cis lesbians. this is always how it's been done, so i don't know how you could have forgotten. hasn't women mating always been your fantasy?
cis women's bodies haven't forgotten. clueless men wonder why sexed-up lesbians look the most fertile of all, but we know the secrets they'll never understand. plush stomachs suggest gestation, wide, elegant hips entice impregnation, ripe, hanging breasts not oppressed by wires are all the more inviting for hungry lips. nubile cis dykes dreaming of wet cocks have been convinced they're confused, but in fact they're remembering something vital, something lost in the age of male hegemony—real dyke power and the importance of lesbian piv.
you don't need a man, you need a woman. a woman spilling herself inside you. they stole piv from us, made it a synedoche for heterosexuality, but we can steal it back and use it to make children without them. they're afraid of the fertility goddess, her cock dripping and ready to impregnate a thousand dyke cunts. but she still exists, despite the bumbling efforts of men and their attendants. to escape their hegemony, all you need to do is spread your legs and impale yourself on fertile female cock. goose-stepping soldiers slip in our co-created wetness, our sticky secretions jam the gears of straight male society. desert liberal lesbianism, cis chauvinism, and male science, joyfully let becocked women fuck you raw and come inside you.
leave the baby-making to women, let men wither and die in the corpse of heterosexual society while we make love, conceive lesbian children with female sperm, and collectivize cervical mucus.
