"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
reblogging for commentary
But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too.
First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation.
And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.
Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.
If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other.
When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.
When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.”
And that is gross.
This has been added to since I last saw it, so reblogging again.
Busted wide open.
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
Except hatred does exist, because the absence of love (and hatred) is indifference… apathy.
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SUCH A LONG DRIVE. New Mexico is such a piece of shit state…I’m super excited to get to Colorado even though I will probably freeze to death. I`m somewhat annoyed because what doesn’t entirely seem to be the majority made it so we are adding an extra 2 hours to our already 13 hour straight drive to go to the four corners. I mean since we`re going I might as well try to make the best of it but it really sucks that we are pretty muvh going to drive like 15 hours now just for a stupid picture. I guess the way I see it is ok look I’m standing over invisable borders human being placed. SO COOL.
Woah there… New Mexico is absolutely beautiful and amazing and you have no idea what you are talking about. There is a reason it’s called the land of enchantment. I mean, driving through it isn’t the best but driving through Arizona is just as boring.
That is a long drive though, be safe and OH I MISS YOU (:
do you ever just want to get a hair cut and your nails done and your teeth whitened and your eyebrows shaped and buy new clothes and makeup and get plastic surgery and transform into a dragon and fly away and live in a cave? because i do
My boyfriend came into town to visit me for Valentine’s Day with this :)
I am so incredibly lucky to call him mine.
Reasons Why I Love my Boyfriend
1. He is extremely fun to be around.
Even if I am in the worst of moods, I can just hang out with him and almost instantly I will smile. He knows how to make me laugh and knows when to tease me. We can go out and do nothing or stay in and do nothing and it’s still so fun.
2. He knows when to shut up and hug me.
I am extremely difficult to be around, especially when I feel like hurting myself. And even though I might not always tell him how I am feeling, he will always take the time from what he is doing to hug me and kiss me. No matter how bitchy I am, he has never once been rude to me.
3. He is extremely patient.
Most types, I am really slow. I don’t get things right away, and it takes me a while to understand different concepts. He doesn’t get frustrated with me, or angry. He explains and he jokes with me. He never makes me feel stupid, and never makes me feel less than what I am.
4. He is a feminist, even if he doesn’t think so.
I think this might be the most important one, because I’ve dated guys before who were so sexist I don’t even know how I didn’t realize it. But my boyfriend, well.. he’s not. He believes that women are just as creative, intuitive, and strong as men. Believes that we should be treated as equals, and doesn’t agree with any of the bullshit double standards.
5. He understands that what happened to me was rape.
Equally as important, because I had many people in my life before who have blamed me for what happened. I had friends, or people I called friends, who said it was my fault that I was taken advantage of. But no, my boyfriend is kind and caring, and knows that it in no way was my fault, does not blame me for it, and most importantly, does not treat me like a broken toy.
6. He doesn’t care if I shave.
He doesn’t care. My legs, my armpits, my anything. He’s okay with body hair and that takes off so much stress of having to shave everyday. He laughed and teased me once, because I only shaved my ankles because of the pants I was wearing. Not because of the hair, but because I was too lazy to shave my whole leg. Which.. is true. I was too lazy. I guess that’s the feminist part of him, he doesn’t believe women need to shave and understands it’s all preference.
7. He kisses me on the cheek before he leaves.
Usually in the morning before he goes to class, he will kiss me on the cheek. I am usually half asleep and only sort of remember this, but it always makes me happy, and it always makes me feel wanted. It’s a small thing, but some days when I don’t want to wake up, it means the world to me.
8. He doesn’t find periods gross.
I never have to feel dirty or ashamed to be on my period. I know this seems kind of second nature, but the past guys I’ve dated… Well, they were kind of dicks. And yes, dating them did give me a negative view about my body, but now.. Well, I’m slowly becoming more and more comfortable with myself, and I am glad Paco is there to help me with it.
9. He doesn’t mind going with me to Walmart at 2 in the morning.
I can wake him up, and even if he is dead tired.. He will drag himself out of bed and go with me to Walmart, because I have the biggest craving for bread at 2 in the morning. He doesn’t care that I eat more than him, and he doesn’t care that I eat extremely fast. It’s nice, to be with someone who is okay with my eating habits. Even if they aren’t the best.
10. He washes dishes when I cook.
If I make dinner, he will do the dishes. He is always appreciative when I make food, and he kisses me plenty for that. He’ll do the dishes, because he’s nice and awesome and I hate doing dishes. Even if I didn’t cook for him, if I ask him he will usually help me clean. It’s nice.
11. He lets me wear his favorite clothes.
This might not seem like a big deal, but it is. He dresses fairly well, and letting me wear his favorite shirts/sweaters whatever… It’s really, really nice. He usually bitches, but in the end always lets me wear it. I always feel closer to him when I am wearing his things, and it makes me feel not so alone.
12. He never stops showing me he loves me.
He always reminds me he loves me, and always shows me. With the smallest things, a lot of them I’ve listed already. He makes me feel cared for and wanted, he hugs me with so much compassion it sometimes makes me want to cry. I love everything about him, and I am so glad that he is in my life right now.
"Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well."
"You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t care about losing you."
- I left my favorite pair of underwear at your house. I know your mother hates me, can I come pick them up?
- It’s been almost a month and I still miss you like a fucking limb.
- I didn’t know my bones could ache until I met you.
- You know, a week before we broke up, do you remember? I had bought a book of poetry. You asked why I didn’t read something more interesting and I could feel my insides splinter.
- You said poetry was all lies dressed up to sound pretty. When I look at you these days, I want to ask if sadness sounds pretty to you too.
- It’s 3 a.m. and this alcohol tastes like you.
- I saw you staring at me today during Lit class. I smiled at you and you didn’t smile back. I almost cried.
- The girl who sits next to me smells like you.
- I miss you.
- I have never had so many bad nights.
- Sometimes I write poetry about you on the internet. Strangers who have never met either of us think you’re cruel – they tell me if they had the honor of loving me, we’d have sex three times a day and they’d scream my name when they came.
- They think it is beautiful, how I am broken. I don’t think they understand.
- You used to tell me I was beautiful. I tried saying it in the mirror the other day, but it sounded wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
- Everything I say sounds wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
- We were never in love, but, oh God, we could have been.