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...NEED to qualify sex with safety is, of course, a rise of the proliferation of sexual diseases. These diseases are typically dismissed as accidental; perhaps, however, they are pregnant with meaning. Consider: underlying modern man's promiscuity is the notion of man's natural shamelessness. We have been taught that sex is man's sole and overpowering desire. Shame generally and Victorian conventions specifically are, the argument runs, radically unnatural...
...nights of unreason, May never tries to explain the horror. The real horror, he knows, is that it cannot be explained. Nor does he permit himself any self-pity or sensationalism. The first time he panicked throughout the long ordeal, he writes, was when he had to rush his pregnant sister to a hospital three days after their bewildered arrival in Washington. Assisted in that sudden release and encouraged to learn English by British Poet-Journalist James Fenton, whom he had met in Phnom Penh, the author, now 29, gets it all down with a straightforward vividness that chills...
...cars on a crowded Southern California freeway when a highway patrolman pulled her over. The special car-pool lane in which she was driving, the officer explained to her, was reserved for autos with more than one passenger. Yasger, 29, insisted she was not alone: she was five months pregnant. The patrolman handed her a $52 ticket...
Last week a municipal judge in Santa Ana dismissed the ticket after Yasger, now eight months pregnant, reminded the court that California's child-support law considers a fetus to be a child. She cited the case of Pamela Rae Stewart, a San Diego mother accused of harming her unborn son by taking illegal drugs and ignoring her doctor's instructions. Judge Randell Wilkinson threw out the * ticket rather than rule on the legal status of a fetus. Yasger, who has two other children, felt vindicated. "I was very serious about it," she said, "but I definitely...
...hardly spoke to us during the meal. Once each evening Tsuji would call to me at the other end of the table, 'Fisher-san, how do you like this?' 'Delicious, but what is it, Tsuji-san?' I would ask, and he would answer, 'The ovary of a pregnant sea slug.' And that was my conversation for the night...