User blog comment:Holly Bailey/Why I Don't Want Children/@comment-26030957-20170411034353

Children are incredible creatures.

You often hear the term "innocent."

This isn't a word to be scoffed at or dismissed as sentimental.

They truly are innocent creatures and wonders to behold.

Everything is new.

They haven't gone through puberty or had their minds fucked and souls destroyed. They are pure. And that ain't no spiritual mumbo-jumbo. No, they come to you straight from wherever it is we all came from, whether it be a gulf of nothingness or the arms of Buddha. They are beautiful and curious. Wonderful little creatures. I love them. I've actually learned a lot from children. Guess what? You were one of them once, and didn't know shit and your momma wiped your fucking ass.

Yeah, go talk to your little cousin or niece or nephew. Or if you're lucky like me, your own little rug rat. You just might learn a thing or two about what it means to be a sentient creature in this strange and incredible dimension we call existence.

Oh, and, yeah, I really have artificially inseminated a goat. And it is the exact opposite of impregnating a human female.

And fuck you, Jay. I'm not being sappy, it's true.