I'm not talking about one night stands and I'm not talking about a major porn-style session. I'm talking about the feeling of acceptance. From one person to another. Sex is something that brings two people together in a way like no other. And to have sex after surgery for a stoma is a big thing both mentally and emotionally.
Maybe I hadn't been the incredibly mature and sophisticated young woman who had attracted an older man. Maybe this wasn't a romantic tale of sexual awakening and empowerment at all. I started desperately trying to sort through my memories. Listening to his friend get angry with him and talking about statutory rape, and not knowing what that meant.
I remember feeling real contempt towards my partner when he regaled my labour story to our friends, as if it had been he who pushed an 8lb baby out of his mangina. 'It was like watching your favourite pub burning down. You know it will be rebuilt but it will never been the same again.' Hahahaha. Yes, hilarious. We were supposed to be in the most euphoric stage of our lives but I just wanted to kill him.
The word "tradition" is so often misunderstood to mean the dragging heels of a conservative past, whereas modern traditions actually include our calendar customs such as Halloween and April Fools, our music and dance, our games and sports, almost all the foods we eat, the stories we tell, and so much more.