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Interview with Author Natacha Guyot

Natacha GuyotThis week I welcome the lovely Natacha Guyot, you can find Natacha on Twitter, Linkedin, Goodreads: here, here, here and here, Amazon US, Science Fiction, Transmedia and Fandom. You can also see her: List of nonfiction publicationsList of upcoming publications and finally her List of guest blog posts. Without further ado, please welcome Natacha Continue reading

It's A……??????

Drum roll please!!

 

Thanks to everyone who voted, and took the time to comment, I thought it high time I let you know that we are having a……..

 

 

 

 

 

 

BOY

 

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For anyone who does have me on social media – please don’t make any comments regarding the gender as we are keeping it a secret for a little while longer. 🙂

The  wife was obviously over the moon as she wanted a boy, I was certain it was a girl, and had spent 5 months assuming so – so I was somewhat shocked to find out it was a boy. Everyone asked if I was disappointed, I don’t think that’s the right word to use. I was just surprised. I don’t usually get things wrong, so something so fundamental that I had spent such a long time thinking about needed a readjustment process. I needed to process what it meant.

I spent the best part of a week worrying and fretting that I would have nothing in common with our little boy – and that the wife would have everything in common – I am not particularly sporty – although I love rock climbing and the gym – but I dont like football and things – all the normal sports boys like. Anyway – I also am generally a bit of a man hater – you have to be a special man before I will willingly trust you. I have been burnt many a time by men, and so I guess I just worried about what it would mean to have a man in our family. I never imagined our lives with a male in it, and so it was daunting. Don’t get me wrong – I know that I will be bringing up this little boy and therefore able to shape some of his views and certainly his behaviour and hopefully his morals. But still it was a shock as that just isn’t what I had imagined or planned for.

All I had imagined was sitting with my little girl cuddled on the sofa reading together – just like I had done with my mum. I guess I just don’t know many boys who do that. Of course that is not to say our son won’t be like – who knows what he will be like – These are just all the thoughts that ran through my head when I found out.

Also – the horror stories a couple of friends were telling me about their little boys playing with their willies in front of friends etc!! oh dear!! What have we let ourselves in for!!

The main thing from the scan is that it HE I must remember I can say he now!! He is healthy, apparently his legs are a little on the short side although in the normal range – just like mine!! haha. Hopefully they will grow at some point!

Right I’m off to visit the mother!!

You Know Your Pregnant When…

SO, the whole denying that I am pregnant is becoming increasingly difficult… I wanted to share with you some reasons why I cant really deny I am pregnant any more…

1. You know your pregnant when… You ask your partner for the 20th day running if you look pregnant or fat in this outfit, and they no longer answer, they just roll their eyes and stay silent!

2. You know your pregnant when… you get up for the 5th time in the night to do a pee…

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3. You know your pregnant when another one of your inconsiderate mates asks you if you got ‘fat’ yet and you want to punch them in the face instead of correcting them.

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4. You know your pregnant when… you exclaim that you have nothing in your wardrobe and for once its true, because everything is too tight.

5. You know your pregnant when… you’ve eaten curry for the third time this week and your wondering if you can get away with eating it for breakfast.

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6. You know your pregnant when… you have just made curry and think that putting grate cheese on it seems like a good idea.

7. You know your pregnant when… you develop narcoleptic tendencies at completely inappropriate times – like the middle of a meeting.

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8. You know your pregnant when… you sat at your office desk all day, and when you get into bed your feet are STILL swollen.

Thought I would share these little delights that I am going through at the moment, and are keeping me amused!

Gender it's a funny thing

Gender.

It’s funny. I find gender absolutely fascinating.

I have an unusual view of gender, I 100% respect others views, but this is an exploration of my view, so try not to be offended.

I think, I am genderless.

Can you ‘be’ that?

Does that make me gender queer?

Don’t get me wrong, I was brought up a women, I have boobies, and other womanly bits. But I still find gender such an odd concept.

I don’t ‘see’ it. I don’t understand it. It doesn’t fit.

Why do we need it?

I never look at people and ‘see’ their gender, I just see them, their beauty, and their soul.

I am a curvy girl, I look feminine.

Inside I am androgynous.

Not because I am transgender, I’m not. I just don’t have a gender.

I don’t feel male or female.

I have several trans friends who have had to fight so hard to be recognised as their true gender, and my heart breaks that they should have to do this.

Sometimes, I think wouldn’t it just be better if society had no gender? No judgement, and no rules that ‘women’ or ‘men’ have to adhere too.

Why is it so important that women be womanly? and men manly?

What is it that defines you as a women anyway?

Why am I seen as a women? I see myself as genderless. Why shouldn’t I be recognised as genderless?

Is it purely the way I look physically? Most of society judges someone on first appearance. Surely that cannot be the defining reason to place me into the ‘women’ box.

I like sports, I’m competitive and can be aggressive. Manly traits, but that doesn’t make me a man either.

I think, that I was always genderless. As a child, I threw dolls away, chopped their heads off and cut their hair, played in the mud, and got into fights. Typical tom boy traits. But I wore girlie clothes. I don’t understand why we need gender.

I wonder what society would be like if we didn’t have such specified gender roles? No sexism, probably no homophobia, transgender people would be accepted for the gender they are, rather than the ‘gender’ their physical bodies decided they were at birth.

Society puts so much precedent on gender it’s one of the first things babies understand – mummy and daddy, boys and girls.

To me, it’s so irrelevant. My mind is ‘sexless’, my soul a free spirit. It makes me struggle to understand why people get so angry and upset about gender.

I think that gender is personal, that your gender isn’t your whole, I don’t even have one, so it can’t be.

I love peoples soul and spirit, their life and their energy.