room full of feminists still giggles at the idea of confused sperm.
so here's the thing: i read a lot of anti-feminist, anti-sexual rights, virulently conservative press (masochism? a desperate need to know what they're up to? self-preservation? who knows). And, thus, i read a lot about how feminists are shrill, humourless harpies who find no fun in anything related to sex (despite being promiscious-slut-whore-lesbians. still not sure about how that one works). but i've been in the sexual rights field for 4 or 5 years n0w, and i just don't see it. we generally think that sex should be fun, and spend a lot of our time trying to make that more possible - to fight against the people who would have sex be bound up in fear, or shame, or guilt, or even just plain ol' doubt. i fight for universal access to comprehensive sexuality education because i believe that you have to understand and love your body and your sexuality in order to enjoy either. that's why i own a vagina puppet (with clearly marked g-spot) and why i think every little girl should. that why i spent 2 days this week at the Emergency Contraception Jamboree (seriously- the International Consortium on Emergency Contraception calls their annual meeting a jamboree, and somehow we're still accused of being humourless) learning about new contraceptive technology. where a room full of 75 reproductive health advocates giggled en masse when someone said a new EC drug could block progesterone receptors on the sperm membrane, thus confusing the sperm. we giggled. you know why? because sperm is funny.