I Don't Care How Curious You Are; It's None of Your Goddamn Business
Last time I checked, being gay, bi, or poly doesn't make intimate details of your sex or reproductive life anybody else's business. At the shop we work very hard to create a safe space for people, so it is always frustrating and infuriating when someone says something inappropriate and offensive.
My friends B & S are trying to have a baby. As S puts it, she has "a low sperm" count, so she and B required a little help from a donor. They're both very open about their journey in fertility and we are all anxiously awaiting news about B's possible pregnancy.
Last night as we were all sitting in the Family Room at the shop, a woman who has never met B or S before, hearing about their hope for a positive test result this month, nosily asked, "How are you getting pregnant?" B responded with the medical term for the insemination procedure. I was shocked at her gall in asking such a personal question of someone she didn't know. The woman then asked, "Is that like with a turkey baster?" My jaw was on the floor. When Kevin and I announced our pregnancy no one asked which sexual position we used when we conceived. The fact that B & S are a same sex couple doesn't make their intimate lives any less private than a hetero couple's. I was livid. Fortunately both B & S took the conversation in stride and kept their responses to very technical medical information, even though the woman's inquiries were clearly not information gathering, but rather indulging her curiosity. I'm still shaking my head in disgust.
My friends B & S are trying to have a baby. As S puts it, she has "a low sperm" count, so she and B required a little help from a donor. They're both very open about their journey in fertility and we are all anxiously awaiting news about B's possible pregnancy.
Last night as we were all sitting in the Family Room at the shop, a woman who has never met B or S before, hearing about their hope for a positive test result this month, nosily asked, "How are you getting pregnant?" B responded with the medical term for the insemination procedure. I was shocked at her gall in asking such a personal question of someone she didn't know. The woman then asked, "Is that like with a turkey baster?" My jaw was on the floor. When Kevin and I announced our pregnancy no one asked which sexual position we used when we conceived. The fact that B & S are a same sex couple doesn't make their intimate lives any less private than a hetero couple's. I was livid. Fortunately both B & S took the conversation in stride and kept their responses to very technical medical information, even though the woman's inquiries were clearly not information gathering, but rather indulging her curiosity. I'm still shaking my head in disgust.