Consensual Sex Leads To Expected Pregnancy

 Clementine had always wanted to be a parent. When she was a little girl she would build nests like a mother bird, arrange her dolls and bottle feed them gatorade from the plastic nipple until their mouths were stained red. She would piece together elaborate meals, picking up things from around the garden, and try to coax the dolls into eating, using every technique her own parents had auditioned on her. Countless hours were spent playing school, making up games to stimulate their creativity and help them develop a unique identity and sense of purpose in this world. 

Dolls don’t have a wide range of emotions accessible to them, so when she was old enough, she began looking after the other children in her life; family, the younger siblings of friends. She approached all of them with love and humanity, as well as the neuroticism of an obsessive wildlife behavioural specialist. She would constantly test out her budding theories on how to best handle the various emotional outbursts that the other children were prone to. She assessed what brought them joy, what shut them off. These reactions she would meticulously file away in her big brain and countless personal journals. 

It’s not that she was forced prematurely to be an adult, Clementine was still very much a child to her own parents - and until they publicly and irreparably divorced when she turned 15, she saw them as models of security and the good parental instincts she sought to develop in herself. During the divorce, a piece of her heart wandered off, and didn’t present itself to her until a pivotal decision was being made in Paris, France one morning 30 years later. 

Rather than having her own familial ambitions shattered by the divorce, Clementine reacted to her heartbreak by doubling down, exerting excessive pressure on herself in her intellectual pursuits. As she watched her mother and father fall from heaven, she became aware of their fragility. In torment, like every child, she encountered with difficulty the fallibility and flaws in her parents, who were previously unimpaired in her eyes. While living with her father, to her own dismay, she was even forced to put the parental skills she had been developing her whole life to use, in order to keep him from the purgatory adults can go through after experiencing significant changes to their narrow lives. 

It was a profoundly jarring experience for her young soul. 

When she was old enough, she worked at daycares and summer camps, still consciencously filing away information in her journals before going to sleep each night. When Clementine graduated from high school, she applied to top Universities across her excessively large country, wanting to get away from the toxic and burdensome dynamic she was subjected to by her embittered parents. At 18, she moved to a big city, took classes in early childhood psychology and nannied on the side to make money for herself. She made friends, had a number of short relationships and one longer one that she had thought would last forever, travelled a few times but never too much and things were very normal.

Anyways you guys get the point so i’m just going to speed run the rest in a paragraph. She finds a boyfriend in an interesting and unique way filled with just enough coincidences to make her believe in fate, she develops herself alongside her compulsive interests in parenting, goes to therapy, works as a child psychologist... In her early thirties when she wants to start her family, she talks with her boyfriend who is a nice and gentle person and loves her very much. They have sex with no ‘protection’ a lot and all the time for a month always making sure to be in a respectful position when the boyfriend is coming, to bring the child into the world with decency. She finds out she is pregnant and is overjoyed… she goes to therapy again because her boyfriend suggests her neuroticism around childhood behaviour might lead to expectations divorced from reality which could negatively impact her relationship to the child. She works through her parents divorce (unrelated to the thing that happens in Paris, France ten years later). She is proud and ready to be a healthier mother, while still holding on to her wealth of knowledge and abundance of love. The child is born and the family is beautiful. She reconciles with her own parents, who have done work of their own, and while the parents won’t ever get back together, they are comfortable seeing each other and being great grandparents to the child who isn't called Banana (as this would cheapen the story, but I thought it would be worth noting anyways). She probably has a couple more kids, and is a well developed and mature person, who in the later seasons of her life has glowing skin, and to whom both children and adults are drawn, due to her serene energy and the vitality she exudes.

So that’s the story, i guess it’s about the beauty of ones natural impulses and how they interact with the contradictions that exist in being authentic to oneself while also maintaining a relationship to family and society, especially as a child - how this can lead to neurotic behaviour, but by working through the root causes of your neuroticism, you’re able to healthily engage in these incredible impulses that define your relation to your own humanity.

It’s also about an amazing outcome of condomless sex that hasn’t been talked about enough, which is expected and wanted pregnancies and children. For a lot of people, this is important. Finally, there are themes of patience, and understanding that some human relationships are in constant development over long periods of time (decades), and are never set in stone, especially close family relationships. These are the relationships that make life worth living even though there are often accompanied by long periods of distress and confusion.

Take care everyone xx