Some things go great together. Chocolate and peanut butter. Milk and cookies. Childbirth and orgasms.
What, you disagree? You think that it’s unbelievably weird to be thinking about sex while your child is being born? What are you, a stiff?
There’s a scene in Edward Albee’s play “The Goat or Who is Sylvia?” (which is about a man who — SPOILER ALERT — cheats on his wife with a goat) when the father (who is having an affair with a goat) is comforting his son and talking about becoming sexually aroused at a certain inappropriate time (when a baby is bouncing on your lap). His friend enters and overhears the conversation, saying, “Is there anything that doesn’t turn you people on?”
That’s what I thought of when I saw this video. What possible good can come from reaching orgasm while you give birth? Why does it have to be either insanely painful or insanely pleasurable? Why not something in between?
If somebody wants to give birth outside of a hospital, that’s their business. (Unless they want to do it RIGHT outside a hospital, on the street. That seems like a bad idea.) Madeline Holler just wrote a terrific essay on home births. But why does it need to be a sexual experience? And before you say, “Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it,” let me be the first to tell you that trying it isn’t an issue, because it’ll never happen.
Here’s the video. You tell me what the creepy factor is. For me, on a scale of one to ten, this is an eleven. But maybe I’m just uptight.