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- I want to be a woman.
What?
Is my right man. I want to have children.
- You want to have children?
- The right of any men to have children if he so wishes.
But you can't have!
- Don't you oppress me.
- I don't oppress you, Stan. You don't have a uterus! What are you going to bear fruit? In the box to carry with you?
We can say that even though he can't actually have children, not having a uterus, he, nevertheless, may HAVE the RIGHT to give birth!
- We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have children, brother.
- And what's the point?
What?
- What is the meaning of the fight... for his right to give birth, if he is unable to give birth?
It will be a symbol of our fight against the oppressors!
- A symbol of his struggle with reality...

I had not gone far from where I vaginally vykakali in the white light.

- Can be present at birth?
- Of course, six years in the med. the College, then internship, you're a midwife!

Pete had looked out first and seen all the delivery-room machinery waiting for him and somehow realized what he was being born into, and had grabbed on to everything handy in there to try to stave off being born.
Pete first looked around, saw the equipment waiting for him in the maternity ward as I realized where he was born, and began to grasp at anything, to not be born.

Comrade Spiridonov, there Kutuzov and Lenin and heroic star give for the fact that plenty of stuff people. How much chop and our own, and theirs. What is the star - probably a kilo for two or have your daughter give that she is in this prison life has brought some new.

- Pineapple! Pomegranate, grapes, peaches... what is it?
- She wants a smoothie?
- Peach!
- Peach? Labor has begun!

Here is what your nature says, "Dear person, woman! I am ashamed, but I don't know how to offer your baby a different way! I too so thought, wondering, and commercials, and then waved his hand and pointed to the first available outlet on the body. From here will emerge a new life, cheers..." What? As this hole can pass three-kilogram baby? This is not normal!

- When she walks, pinch her nose, I Huff and puff in her mouth, the child she POPs out.

The idea that I am absolutely single, driving me crazy. It's like childbirth. All cropped. Everything is separated, washed, cleansed; the loneliness and nakedness. The blessing and the agony. Mass of empty time. Every second, bore down on you like a mountain. You are drowning in it. Deserts, seas, lakes, oceans. Time beats as the axe of a butcher. Nothing. World. I'm not.

- I think I have a second hand! I'm having twins!
- Ohh, Jesus, Mary, Joseph!
- What is it?
- You got an alien!
- Get him out!
- Die! Die! Die!
*tramples feet, coating all the blood*
- ***Anka you unfinished! It's a placenta!
*pause*
Well, merry Christmas to all!

- How are you, sweetheart?
If I ***y pulled in too many directions!
I'm certainly no expert, but it seems it should be...

Yes you kicked me out?! I wanted childbirth to be present!
- Yes, You rejoice that at least at conception is present.

But I don't know how to deliver a baby!
- What to be able. Just stand there and catch.

If men had to give birth, none of them would not have more than one child.