By Sa’iyda Shabazz — 2015
The last time I had sex was on my son’s 1st birthday — and he just turned 4. As he blew out the candles on his cake, I silently blew out candles on my own imaginary cake: “Happy not having sex for three years.”
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Now, five years later, this is blindingly obvious to me – and my son has become the happiest I’ve seen him since he was a child.
They call me Bapa.
“Maybe instead of biology, I should be cursing the culture that taught me I’m less of a woman because I can’t have children.”