I got a shout out yesterday from Mommyish in new article about sex while breastfeeding. As in at the same time. Here’s a link to the WTF Mombie that helped raise this particular topic:
The following essay, “Into (and out of) the Mouths of Babes” reads like Fifty Shades of Grey for female pedophiles:
I try to resist the pull to fulfill his desires. He craves my attention, my embrace, my gaze, but I want the moment to be mine alone. I am successful only until he says my name. Then my will is gone, and I’m his. “Jessica! Jess!”
Being on a first-name basis with my son made me feel like I was both his equal and his servant—a familiar dynamic. Since the beginning of our relationship, he and I had spent a lot of time breastfeeding. At two, my son’s love affair with my breasts still sizzled. The concept of my body as both mine and the boy’s had long been a challenge for my husband, even before the boy was walking or talking. Or calling out my first name.
His language and cognition had matured by the time he was two, but his desire for my body blurred boundaries, challenging me. It was one thing to be felt up when he was an incoherent blob. But it felt different when he could say to me, “I wanna nurse you, Mommy” and “other side” while trying to wedge his whole arm under my bra and creep his fingers toward my unoccupied nipple, as though this time I might decide I like it instead of telling him, “Move your hand.” I began instinctively to hug my chest, pressing my unsupporting arm against the dormant breast, sometimes cupping myself, or pulling him off to stop the groping.
Nursing used to be the panacea for all ills: hunger, fear, fatigue. By age two, we were on a more predictable schedule, but my son’s eyes would still flash when I got naked like lollipops were taped to my chest. He’d pretend to reach out and coyly tell me he wanted to nurse, just because he could say the words, and then would proceed to ponder my genitalia, fascinated with the embouchure required to say “vagina.” His mouth played with different tones and tempos for the word. I both laughed and cringed when he began toggling between the v-word and “Jessica,” whispering as though both three-syllable words were magical mantras holding the key to a delicious mystery. Perhaps they are.
I don’t often say this, but this woman needs to be dragged from her home, paraded naked through the streets, and stoned as a whore. Or else those children should be taken away from her pedophile ass and adopted into a family that isn’t going to sexually exploit them. The fact that her husband would permit such behavior has me wondering if he isn’t diddling the kiddos as well. WTF Mombie?! *shudders*
Is breastfeeding a baby while having sex an acceptable practice? Some Babycenter members seem to think so:
I mean, come on! The reason for feeding babby some of that super-milky-miracle goodness is so far removed from sex that assuming any sort of connection between the two is just plain ridiculous. The sex needed to continue in peace, but it also wouldn’t have been fair to the hungry babby to make it simply lay watching and waiting. (Attachment parenting at its finest!)
Besides, sex while breastfeeding isn’t generally a planned encounter; it just sort of happens. Kinda like going home with a married man you met at a bar. And nursing relationships are totally complicated anyway, so who are YOU to judge how people get their “intimacy” on?
Sex and breastfeeding are both normal and natural — so they would seem to go hand in hand:
And it’s not as if the baby is going to remember anything when it’s older:
Besides, threesomes with the baby needn’t involve crazy doggy-style sex; most of the time, it’s just gentle spooning. Breastfeeding sex can be a wonderful, nurturing act and for both mom and dad. (And for babby too, I guess.)
And it’s not as if you’d ever make him pull out so you could scratch your nose:
You see, every family does things differently. Different families have different needs, and it’s just plain ignorant to judge others for having sexual trysts with their babies:
The baby probably won’t remember anyway, but on the off-chance that it does, wouldn’t being engaged in a threesome with its parents make the most charming memory?
Even the “experts” evidently recommend this wonderful family bonding experience…
…though it is not generally recommended with extended breastfeeders:
All the same:
Okay; I’m done now.
If parents who post nude photographs of their babies and children on Facebook are going to claim that newborn “apricot balls,” “hamburger,” or pictures of a spread-eagled baby girl aren’t sexual, then they really ought to quit sexually objectifying their children. “Look at my little Nevaeh’s vagina! Isn’t it cute as a button! And she’s so gosh-darn flexible. Her future sex partners are sure going to be pleased!”
Unless they’re actually flattered by the notion of an Internet pedophile fapping to pictures of their babies. Come to think of it, I can’t think of a better LEGAL way to share softcore child porn than what these parents are doing.
I suppose the only thing worse is when they put this shit up on YouTube. Caution: this video is nothing but 3:03 of newborn vag, and I’m posting it solely to drive home my point.