"big boobs don’t count if you’re fat"
neither does a big dick if half of it is your personality
can we start a club for teenagers who were constantly complimented on their intelligence when they were younger and are now having trouble coping with the realization that they’re actually of average intellect at best
can this club have a support person that helps us to study because we didn’t need to before so we don’t know how to now
This is so my life that’s hurt
IT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL YOU REALIZE THE RELATIONSHIP OF TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS OWNS YOUR SOUL AND YOU CAN’T GET YOUR LIFE BACK AND NOTHING MATTERS ANYMORE
I had an abortion. I’m not going to tell you how old I was when I had it. I’m not going to tell you what the circumstances around the pregnancy were. I’m not going to tell you whether birth control was used or not. I’m not going to tell you whether it was a wanted or an unwanted pregnancy.
I’m not going to tell you if it was my only, or my fourth. I’m not going to tell you how far along the pregnancy was. I’m not going to tell you whether there was a genetic abnormality, or whether my life was endangered by the pregnancy.
I’m not going to tell you any of those things because I think answering those questions, creating the situation from which my experience unfolds offers someone, everyone, anyone, the chance to say, “She deserved to access abortion,” or “How dare she get pregnant and have an abortion,” or find some pity in their heart for whatever piece of my situation offers them the opportunity to justify their judgment, or their sense of false safety.
When I was in high school (so many years ago) we had a speaker come to talk with us about HIV and AIDS. He told us about what living with AIDS was like. What it was like to defecate in his bed at 3am and be unable to move by himself and having to call for his parents to come clean him. To live with the stares that people gave him when they saw the sores on his arms. To be asked, over and over and over, “Well, how did you contract the disease?” He said it was a question he never answered. Because the answer would muddy his message with pity or feelings of false safety. How he contracted the disease was irrelevant to the fact that he had it.
This is how I feel about my abortion. None of the, “How did it happen?” matters. It’s irrelevant. What matters is that I was able to access abortion when I needed to. When I wanted to. When I was pregnant and had the need to no longer be pregnant. When I was desperate to not be pregnant. I walked past anti-choice protesters with signs, I heard them shout, “Don’t do this! Think of your baby! We’re praying for you!” I pushed past them as they blocked the sidewalk. The facility that did the abortion had a wonderful hand-holder. I clutched her, and she asked me if I was okay. If I needed anything. She tucked the stray hairs from my ponytail behind my ear and told me that everything was going to be all right. When it was over, I threw up. I do not regret my abortion."
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Where I live (el paso, Texas) there are only two clinics for abortions, “One El Paso abortion clinic will be forced to close in August if it has to upgrade to standards required by a Texas law passed last year. The other might be…
In 1965 — eight years before Roe v. Wade legalized abortion — nearly one-fifth of all maternal deaths in the United States were due to illegal, unsafe abortions.
beyond love this
A confident boy knows not to fuck around and tell women what to do. Pls be quiet.
I LOVE THIS.
I also love how the op is a shirtless hypocrite. Hey asshat, cover your own tits or stfu.
Nice! Freaking way nice! I can’t even….love this.
Sorry, everybody! I had to delete these two cause I mispelled some words… But here they are again! :)
Forty years ago, on January 22, 1973, the U.S. Supreme Court handed down its landmark decision in Roe v. Wade, legalizing abortion.