The horror of birth and the erasure of wimmin

Death of the Maiden

A Note:

I spell the word for my sex like this: ‘wimmin’. I do this because English is the only language I can find that doesn’t give me a word for my sex that sounds different from the word for the sex of man/men. I don’t do this to be anti-man. I do it to be pro-womun. Mun is an Old Germanic root for ‘hand’. I invented the meaning of womun like this: wo= womb, mun=hand. In my mind, the womun is the womb with hands to grab life.

Why are men so uncharitable when it comes to "wimmins' problems"? I have a theory. This boils down to boy brain syndrome. It’s the compliment (opposite) to girl brain syndrome, but that is for another post. All being have spit brains, critters of all species do. Both sexes have split brains too. Wimmin can go over to the dogmatic side also. Evidence, Margaret Thatcher and Hillary Clinton. That cohort of wimmin is decidedly left brained, and yet their bodies appear to be femme. However, men are more inclined to the left because of the penis, which is directly connected to it. Some day science will discover this long lost fact.

The left brain projects itself into things. Yang imposes its will in-to; on-to. As a result, men don’t internalize like wimmin do. Could it be that simple? The boy brain hunts for answers ‘out there’, reasons and proof. The left brain fights to be right. Whether he is right or not, it doesn’t matter to him. All that matters is that he wins. Winning! Yanging!

The left brain is designed to hide behind a rock for hours until prey presents itself, at which time the man jumps out kills it, drags it home and goes to sleep. Yang’s mandate is targeting. To target. Men are made to target the prey and defend their loved ones from predators. Yang brain breaks the world into pieces, but he doesn’t put the pieces back together. Not his job. He is more likely to kill the target and find out later if it will taste good or if it was a real enemy. This is the way of Yang. Shoot at the target, get your rating in the hierarchy and celebrate beer with your buddies.

As the years roll by, I must report that men do not have a clue about wimmin. Zero. They need lessons and we haven’t been offering those lately. Wimmin are as much to blame as men. We abdicated the home and family while attempting to grow a psychic penis. We lose our power in the this endeavor.

Last week I had two encounters that ruffled my feathers. One was on line, Substack actually. The other was in person.

Story #1 The Personal Encounter

For my first story I will tell you about Fred, not his real name. Fred dropped in to my place for a visit. He seemed enamored of me. I was flattered. He seemed socially awkward, more like a teenager than a grown man, but kind. I enjoy company but seldom visit with men these days so I find it interesting to speak to one in person. Like having the zoo come to visit me.

We chatted. He quizzed me awkwardly about personal details, and then out of the blue he starts up with,

“Trump. Bad orange man. All his fault. Hate him.” That’s how it registered in my mind, because it was so surprising and off topic. I’m thinking,

“Shit get me out of here. But I live here.” Being the brainiac that I am, I shared my ideas about “more to the story & learn about the system & oligarchy & they all suck”. Being the TDS victim that he was, he got more insistent that I hate along with him; and settle it once and for all, that Orange caused all the trouble.

The One And Only Orange Demon Who Performs All The Evil Alone. Simple.

I suggested that the Blue Team was arresting people for pronouns and that was not ok, mind fuckery, but my guest told me how trivial that was compared to the vast horror of The One Who Does All The Evil, he was currently witnessing as if the iceberg only consisted of its tip. We went around a couple more times and he proceeded to interrupt every one of my thoughts as ‘trivial.’

After 4 ‘trivials’ I screamed him out the door. He was terrified. I felt great for standing up for the girls in locker rooms. I did a “how dare you” and more.

He is not wrong that the Trans idiocy is a subterfuge designed to separate ‘the herd’, and I also know that the Trans agenda erases girls and wimmin from life itself. It is not trivial to put men in competition with wimmin, as wimmin. It is not trivial to put wimmin at risk in confined spaces with men who are obviously mentally ill, because decent men don’t wear lipstick so they can best wimmin in races, only sickos do that.

And I will give the drag queens their due, while noting that the gay drag queens I know, are not confused as to their sex. They know they are men in drag. Acting! Thus the name.

This little man waved his hand saying, “It’s a trivial matter, this trans thing.” But he doesn’t have to be gawked at in a locker room or humiliated in a sports event. It doesn’t matter to him that men demand they are actual wimmin while actual wimmin are forced into compromised spaces. Rape is so trivial, you know.

And then there is the issue of legislating speech, which is obviously unconstitutional, but that was also trivial to my guest who knew nothing of the arrests in Germany and Britain for wrong pronoun speech. He did not believe me. On top of being ‘trivial’ to this man, now I had become a liar. I could say nothing to him that contradicted the bubble around his head.

The Plutocracy had its way with us that day.

The Internet Encounter

Another Fred, not his real name, wrote a post on Substack. He is a smart man whom I read regularly and whose logic I appreciate whether I agree entirely or not. The article was about good people being psychopaths who murder their families.

“He was a quiet man of God.” Lots of historical stuff. Gritty and interesting. When it came to his analysis of why wimmin go murder-wack on their own kids, he ‘trivialized’ the idea of post partum baby murder saying it wasn’t really a real thing, just pop culture without a proper history.

Once again, our feminine quirks are so ‘trivial’. We make people. That is not trivial! And yes, dudes are involved and of essential necessity, but not much.

Well, I could not let that stand. Having been there. Having been sucked into the maw of despair after the birth of my first child, I had to comment. The following is some of the various male comments along with mine:

Death of the Maiden

I wrote this heartfelt response. In an attempt to express the visceral experience of the most feminine event in a life, I put my heart and mind and guts into this poetic narrative. Honestly, I was a bit miffed at its lack of compassionate responses, but it’s a man’s site where men are talking to each other. And I must reiterate, I like men. I like their humorous ways to lighten up my feminine darkness. Men are fun and generous and sexy. Good times! They are not femme. So here I go, attempting to ‘splain the most intimate and formidable event in a femme's life to a cohort of mostly men. As a friend recently said to me, “Jewell I love you for your willingness to do hard things!”

Jewell: Post Partum Blues doesn't ameliorate infanticide, but it is a condition of a uniquely feminine experience. After months of anticipation, the result can be disappointing, lonely and exhausting.

And there are hormones.

After confounding physical changes; cravings; swelling, and a complete loss of personal sovereignty. After being a slave to her biology, a womun passes a person through her most intimate channel. She has become the antithesis to death.

Birth is a doorway to hell. Birth is a womun's war, fought alone on the battlefield of her own body. When the baby passes through, a gate opens. Not a sweet garden gate. This gate is iron. I creakes on its hinges. Baby passes through and so does Mother. She goes through the gate too. She is not the same.

The Maiden dies at the gate. The Mother is born. In Modernia we do not mourn the Maiden's demise in any ceremony. We do not exalt the new born Mother in any ritual. She has transformed from caterpillar to butterfly and no one bats an eye. This unrecognized milestone hurts us ladies. We are angry.

If she survives the ordeal, she must adjust to an existential loneliness that goes unacknowledged here in sunny Modernia where we follow no rituals, pray to dead matter. Her breasts swell with pain. She sits alone in the vaunted bungalo of the valued nuclear family, which means there is not granny, no sister living with or near enough to participate in her life.

Modernia's independent, autonomous, freedom loving culture is great for men. Those are all yang qualities that do not support, nurture or encourage wimmin to be the creatures we were made to be. We go crazy here in this sterile, lonely culture. We are told to get ahead and seize the day, and go for it, and win, for gods' sakes WIN!!!

I feel confident in saying that the wimmin who murder their families have different psychoses from the men, albeit both are about power. Yang power asserts dominance in a hierarchy. Perhaps the men did not get high enough at work, so they elevated their status at home. "I am your boss. You are dead because I am your boss. The ultimate boss.

Yin power responds and reflects and rejects. Yin is covert. Yin prefers revenge. If she doesn't get her needs met, she will take subversive action. The wimmin killed the children to hurt the husband. The men killed the family to elevate status.

I do shudder to think of the psychopaths and spiritually deprived characters you describe. I have almost been murdered by an abusive husband. After a few ribs were shattered I escaped from gun shots. I have been trafficked by my own mother, who was autistic and schizophrenic. I am no stranger to psychos.

But there is more to life than Reason. Nice men look for reasons. Psycho men don't need them. I wonder if the psycho men are operating on a larger dose of Yin than is healthy for a man. The Christian guy must have been holding in oodles of repressed rage.

I read you because I think you are basically "a nice guy." The trouble with guys of any morality is that you see the trees, but don't know about the forest. To my way of thinking, that is the most charming part of a man. His simplicity.

"Post Partum Blues," as you characterized it, has a long history. You can read an actual treatise here ... https://medicine.uiowa.edu/md/sites/medicine.uiowa.edu.md/files/wysiwyg_uploads/Sadness%20and%20Support-A%20Short%20History%20of%20Postpartum%20Depression.pdf

Highlights from other sources ...

19th Century: Jean-Etienne Esquirol, a prominent psychiatrist, began providing detailed case reports of postpartum psychiatric illnesses, including postpartum delirium and melancholy, in the mid-19th century. Hippocrates' Observations: Hippocrates, a prominent figure in ancient Greek medicine, wrote about "puerperal fever" and its association with mental disturbances in women postpartum, including agitation, delirium, and mania. He linked these symptoms to issues like suppressed lochial discharge (postpartum uterine fluid) or blood collecting in the breasts, suggesting a humoral imbalance as the cause.

Trotula of Salerno's Insights: Trotula, a well-known female physician of the 13th century, recognized postpartum emotional disturbances and attributed them to increased moisture in the body. Her writings detail how excessive moisture could lead to tearfulness and other mental symptoms.

Fred: Jewell, I appreciate your thoughts. You obviously know a lot more about this than I do, never having experienced "wimmins' problems." Your analysis is well reasoned. And I indeed think of myself as a nice guy. Thanks!

Jewell: Yes Donald, wimmin know more about being femme than men do! These are not my thoughts. I gave me experience. My perspective. Men like to make things right or wrong. And that is great! But that is not everything. There is also "what happens". The domain of "happens" is for both sexes. We have different interpretations due to our opposing positions, the two sides of one living coin.

Another Fred Responds: WHAT? I'm sure glad as hell my wife, who went through the trauma of childbirth FOUR TIMES and had THREE miscarriage's didn't go on in life with these kinds of thoughts rambling around in her head. Or if she DID, I'm thankful that she didn't make them known. Talk about a totally convoluted view of the birth of children. A SAD view to say the least. And as for the psychiatrists and doctors having any say in this? That's a bad joke. They THRIVE on sick patients, whether they are mentally sick or physically sick. Making them that way is their goal, or claiming they are. So I place about ZERO credence in most of their analysis. I had one inadvertently analyze me without so much as reading a comment I had posted as a ticking time bomb that would wipe out a continent of government agents if I had the chance. What is wrong with THAT? That would be like ridding your home of RATS!

This Fred declares my thoughts as rambling. And then, he’s glad his wife never shot any feminine angst in his direction. Oh, my favorite part is my “convoluted view on childbirth”. “My view?” Really? As if my experience is A VIEW. Do I see my own experience from afar, like he does?

Evidently my experience, does not validate his view of it. If you have “birthed” then you probably relate to my story, possibly to a greater or lesser degree, but if you are a man reading this, it is a story that has no connection to your experience. That is not a fault on your part, there is no blame in a man who does not experience “wimmins’ werk”. It is what it is.

We require respect. That is all we can expect from a foreign agent, such as the opposite sex. Our sexes make us different creatures. We are meant to hold on to each other back to back, front to front. In either direction we can see in the opposite direction, to “have each other’s backs.”

And there it is. A retort.

We are sharing from anonymous places. You don’t know my smell. I can’t feel your heart beat. I don’t see the sweat on your temple. You can’t touch my hand. Any attempt at clarity and connection fall short here, in this digital space between the tips of my fingers and plastic squares that shoot concepts into your digital space, without the comfort or stress of troublesome sound.

And you shoot back.

Just simple tap, tap, tapping.

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