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We drove across the river today, much earlier than either of us is
normally up and functioning. I dropped him off in front of a tall
building while I parked the car.
I raced to get to the tenth floor so I could make sure to be with him during the procedure.
The most painful part was the injection of local anesthetic. He also
had low pressure beforehand, and so he got pretty faint feeling during
the procedure. I kept my hand on his head or shoulder, and from where I
was sitting could see the cheery, older doctor work. The doctor made
small talk, talking to J about law school, talking to me about public
health and social work.
And then it was over. (Like yesterday: Eight, ten minutes, tops?
Married? Vas deferens cut and skin sewn back up? Big things can happen
And now J is at home with a bag of frozen blueberries on his groin.
Soreness has set in, but it shouldn’t be that bad for too long.
We’ll continue to define “family” in new ways in the years to come,
and this was just one more definitive step toward our dynamic view of
It will also ensure J is able to more fully relax with other partners
(all of the women at my house last week agreed that it sounds
terrifying to be a man with only two options of birth control- have
y’all seen this,
though? Pretty cool!). Having control over one’s body and one’s ability
to reproduce seems so important in fully engaging with one’s sexuality.
I’m proud of you honey!