Chapter One: Under Where? Underwear!

As promised, here is a short excerpt from my memoir that examines one woman’s journey discovering and understanding her sexuality, her role as a woman, and herself.  In Chapter One, I talk about how we are often introduced to the idea of sexuality with a simple question: Where do Babies Come From? 

On
Facebook I read a status update that my nephew was told by a friend of his
that babies come from the great baby cloud. Since cloud computing is
getting so very popular, I could not help but imagine Google being
behind this operation, talk about Google+, with Apple on its heels for
iTunes downloads. Picture this, baby souls stored in “the cloud,” being
pumped with information from the Internet – twitter feeding the
virtual soul fetus along with Facebook wall updates, and targeted
advertisements.  Advertisers would be in heaven! Consider the potential
of training a child to be a consumer even before he or she popped out of
the womb!  Capital delight!

I also examine the sad truth that for many women, including many in my family, the first introduction to sex is rape:

Writing
this memory down, I sit and wonder what my Mother must have felt or
thought with my imitation of her eye drawings: for I now know this was
her first memory, and the eye was what she focused on as she was being
raped. She was a very young child when it first happened. This sexual
abuse would follow her throughout her childhood, adolescence, and into
the throws of young adulthood. Much of it stopped at thirteen or
fourteen when she pulled a gun on her attacker, her Stepfather, and
hitchhiked out of Fairbanks, Alaska, taking the Alcan highway. Maybe
she viewed the single eye as not only a physical example of her
attacker, but as the all-seeing Ra, a universal god.

Do the myths we tell our children about sex and sexuality eventually lead to larger misconceptions, such as the myth that women deserve to be raped, that it is the only thing that can control her? Or, rather, is this slippery slope argument without steam and substance?


Writing the Diaphragm Blues looks to the comic moments of sexuality, to the more serious consequences of sex and violence – all though the eyes of one woman, her experiences, and her efforts to better understand herself and her place in the world.

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