One heck of a rant
God bless Aunt B. and her Tiny Cat Pants. You simply have to read her pro-choice rant. To whet your taste,
"See? You want me to see a sonogram? Do you not fucking get it? It’s my body. I don’t have to see a sonogram to know that, where there once was just room in my body, there is now another life. I am the one who stopped bleeding. I’m the one whose skin and hair are changing texture. I’m the one whose shape is changing, whose joints are aching, whose vision is clearer, whose smell is sharper, whose taste is changed.
And yet, you act like we don’t know. That we don’t understand. And so you work to ensure that we’re told–by doctors, by anti-abortion advocates, by legislators–that what we’re experiencing is just the logical result of a choice we made to have sex.
Not that we’re undergoing a necessary metamorphosis in order to knit life together out of unlife.
But that this is just some easily understood, easily medicalized, easily preventable, and easily brought abut temporary state that can be legislated with justice and fairness.
You, who have never reached between your legs and prayed to find blood; you who have never reached between your legs and gasped in horror and grief to find it; you who have never had to feel life stirring inside of you and still had to ask yourself if you can bring it to term; and you who have never prayed to feel that stir inside you; just how dare you reduce our great and terrifying mystery to “it’s a baby; it’s sacred”?"
The dialogue in her comments is great, too.
abortion, choice
"See? You want me to see a sonogram? Do you not fucking get it? It’s my body. I don’t have to see a sonogram to know that, where there once was just room in my body, there is now another life. I am the one who stopped bleeding. I’m the one whose skin and hair are changing texture. I’m the one whose shape is changing, whose joints are aching, whose vision is clearer, whose smell is sharper, whose taste is changed.
And yet, you act like we don’t know. That we don’t understand. And so you work to ensure that we’re told–by doctors, by anti-abortion advocates, by legislators–that what we’re experiencing is just the logical result of a choice we made to have sex.
Not that we’re undergoing a necessary metamorphosis in order to knit life together out of unlife.
But that this is just some easily understood, easily medicalized, easily preventable, and easily brought abut temporary state that can be legislated with justice and fairness.
You, who have never reached between your legs and prayed to find blood; you who have never reached between your legs and gasped in horror and grief to find it; you who have never had to feel life stirring inside of you and still had to ask yourself if you can bring it to term; and you who have never prayed to feel that stir inside you; just how dare you reduce our great and terrifying mystery to “it’s a baby; it’s sacred”?"
The dialogue in her comments is great, too.
abortion, choice
posted by Cynthia at
2:08 PM
3 Comments:
Cynthia, I really appreciate your posting this link. She says it very, very well, I think.
Peace,
Mags
I never really thought of the choice issue being gender based, but it makes a great deal of sense. I can easily see her argument that men think they need to have control over a process over which they have no control...
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