Did I think I'd go from being a reporter for KTLA to blogging about my recent vasectomy? Um, no. But if I'm able to help guys out there be more comfortable with having this procedure, then it's worth it.
I am opening myself up to talk about these procedures because they have been gratifying for me. Both, a gift. I hope more women who are done with or not interested in having children -- and who practice "safe sex" -- can experience the same joys of sex that I do.
I'm caught between the age of fertility -- of nausea, butterfly-wing kicks that can take my breath away, swollen breasts and baby blankets -- and the afterward. For the past ten years, an ellipsis has hovered over my head and heart as I wondered if another face would come to our family.
And just like that, we say goodbye to all of it, say with certainty that we are done, we are parents to these three and no more, no longer getting to rewind the tape with each newborn, to relive that particular kind of falling in love.
Why not force gays and lesbians to watch heterosexual pornography before they get hitched in the handful of states where they can legally marry? Maybe by watching men and women having sex, gays and lesbians will realize the error of their sinful ways!
I'd considered getting a vasectomy for several years, but somehow something always prevented me: the color I wanted wasn't in stock; they were out of my size; a complete stranger would insert sharp instruments down below and, you know, snip