Oh my! I came to this thread with a little maggot gnawing at me saying, "Well! No use looking for your name here!" So I wasn't. And to see it made my heart swell enough to ping the maggot out. Yeah, blood/ ear-drum connection thing, you know. I know it's not necessarily an admiration thing - but mine are so I allow myself pleasure.
If I had to I'd be one of the Cellar super-moms. And I had decided this before Clod's kind words.
I do like children, despite some of my rants. And I'd always sort of hoped that one day the fabled biological clock would kick in and my fear of screwing them up/ them being a burden (the two fit so well together!) would be overcome.
I'd love to be part of an unassailable family unit. And I figure the only way to do that is by blood or law. Blood is pretty much out and even laws can be changed.
And aside from me, me, me - I admire the heck out of these women. Intelligent, reasonable, level-headed, engaging, funny, factual and fanciful. Fuck being them - I want to be adopted!
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