Childfree - Blog Posts
To all the other childfree and antinatalist people: you're doing great. Keep following your path, lit by your own inner light.
hey cf/antinatalism folks, Stop Having Kids is trying to help a university student do a study on childfree couples! I don’t meet the study’s criteria (queer and aro lol), but someone else might?? spread this post to help get some respectful scientific study attention for our subculture!
Astrology can sometimes point out 'generational breakers' in someone's chart by looking at some placements, like Lilith, Saturn, Chiron, North Node + Soutu Node, and some more. Generational Breakers can have an ultimate task indicating not wanting kids, not having the desire to have them, ending with a generational ender/bloodline ender
Growing up watching the women in my family go through this and take it out on their kids, I refuse to follow in their footsteps. Single life until I find someone worthy. No I will not "lower my standards" as they keep telling me just cause your ass settled for trash.
Aside from the the beautiful colors, animation and skin tones
Watching Abuela talk in this movie was like watching every toxic trait my Cuban family has come to life. The toxic traits that cause you to hide/question career choices, lifestyle choices, your sexuality just so you can remain in ✨la familia✨. Never truly being yourself because you want to appeal to an old woman with dusty ass traditions that mean NOTHING in the modern world. Because you don't want to end up like Bruno right? I am SICK of the intergenerational trauma Latinos put on their kids, especially their girls. To all my fellow, proud Latinas, please break free. Nobody and nothing is worth sacrificing yourself over. Kiss that boy/girl, take that job in another country, live alone, do everything they say you "can't" do because they are too afraid to do it themselves.
This was me when I was little. My priest grew frustrated with me when I asked if Mary truly had any choice in having Jesus. Worst of all, if I was a good girl would this happen to me? Sooo... I did everything not to be his type, following my previous priest's list of offenses women can commits. Which is somehow longer than it is for men for some reason, of course 🙄
My list of offenses
Tattoos/Piercings
Bisexual
Dark Clothes
Spoke my mind in Church
Believe in Evolution/Science
Being single
Doesn't want kids
Refuses to respect racist/stupid elders in my family, their tits/balls sagging ≠ wisdom, and cutting them out of my life after I moved out of the family home
In that same vein, calling my "sainted father" a fucking asshole for verbally abusing my mom, sister and me all our lives
and the list will continue to grow as I get older and give less of a fuck. The magic sky man, really a human man with a power kink, can get bent before they think they can control me.
The woman you are becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. Choose her over everything.
The House on Mango Street was the first book that put what I wanted when I grew up into words. I hyperfixated on the shoes especially. They symbolize Esperanza's sexuality, and then her inner conflict between that sexuality and her desire for independence. I had similar struggles, particularly when I was 15. Quinces are a huge event in a Cuban girls life. Everyone in the extended family comes to ogle at the garish decorations while talking smack about the girl's dress and body in between bites of ropa vieja and croquetas. At the end, they exchange the little girl shoes she has for a high heel. Symbolizing her "ascension" into womanhood. This terrified me. I was still growing into my body. My feet still clumsy and my hands too small to hold onto to the ridiculous bouffant skirt of the dress which would inevitably lead me to trip even more in front of judging relatives. More than anything, I wasn't ready to be a woman, even symbolically. The questions of when I would get married, have children, would increase in their seriousness as they did for my first cousin. Under this pressure, she then had her baby at 17 with a man who constantly cheats on her to this day. They will tell me to go to university so I can find an educated man. Not to worry about about an education from myself. That I already study/read too much and men don't want overly smart women. This was the picture I had of "becoming a woman" since I transitioned from baby to child shoes. I told everyone the Christmas before my Quince in September that I would not be having one. The adults laughed and my cousins jeered at me at the kids table thinking I was loca and "antisocial". My mother, told me it would be my choice, but that the family would like to join me in this joyous occasion. I was shaking beneath their eyes, but again I said I did not want one. As September drew closer, the questions for when the invites were going out started to grow numerous. I again told them I would not be doing a quince. My aunt cried and called me selfish. That she never had a daughter, only sons, and she wanted to help me plan it. For the first time in my 15 years, I refused to give in. No amount of crocodile tears would get me to budge. I'm glad I did. It was the first step in MY path to becoming a woman. No high heels needed. Now, I keep my heelless "child shoes" near my bed in my own apartment where I live alone with my dog. Comfortable and free.
YOU decide what it means to be woman. Do not let anyone and their outdated traditions tell you what to do.
“Blah blah blah when will you get married? Blah blah blah when will you have kids??”
“Leave me alone Barbara, damn!”