I'm A Woman And I'm Pro-Life, I Value Mother And Child

Yes, I'm A Woman, And Yes, I'm Pro-Life, I Value Mother AND Baby

It is possible to care for both the woman and the baby.


I am a woman. And I am proud to be a woman. I love wearing high heels and fake eyelashes. I love taking too long to get ready on Saturday nights, and I cannot wait to stroll down the aisle in a big white wedding gown. I believe that femininity is power and that females are a force to be reckoned with. But just because I hold these viewpoints towards femininity does not mean that I have to agree with feminists on every political viewpoint.

And just because I don't, does not mean that I am not a feminist or that I don't advocate for women's rights. That is the main thing I want people to understand.

Because besides being a woman, I am also a Christian. In my heart, my faith transcends everything. It is more important to me than my gender, my political viewpoints, my economic status, or my place in society. And that is why I have to be the one wavering voice in the large crowd of millennial women right now to stand up and advocate for life.

I am completely aware that my opinion may be the unpopular one at the moment and may even spark anger amongst devout pro-choicers. Please know that I have an understanding of both sides, and I feel there are rare circumstances where it is hard to even agree with either side.

I know what society is saying. I have seen countless upon countless of angry women take to social media to express their horror regarding the subject. All we are really hearing right now are the raging voices of society. What we are not hearing is what God has to say about it all. His voice has been drowned out by the echoes of his own creations.

The Bible says that life is created at the moment of conception. This means during the early stages of pregnancy, there is not just a "sac" or a "fetus," but there is real, actual life. There is a baby. And this baby has a plan laid out for it by God. It was not created by accident. There is a never-ending chain reaction of other people it will affect in its lifetime, of changes it will make in this world. Whether this little baby is going to change the entire planet or simply just change one single person's entire planet, we cannot take these futures away. We cannot cut these destinies off. This life was meant to be here in the world.

Many women are promoting the mantra, "my body, my choice," and I understand that in so many aspects. You should be able to make major medical decisions for your own self. If you want a certain surgery, you should absolutely be permitted the choice to have it. As women, we deserve to have total and complete control over our own bodies. But what so many people don't understand is that the moment there is a life inside of you, it is not just your body anymore. There's now another body, another heart beating, another creation inside of you waiting for the chance to be a part of this world. Where is their choice?

Lots of pro-choice advocates have taken the liberty of speaking for the baby. They think that they can predict this baby's future happiness based on a string of statistics. But we simply do not have the right to decide who lives and dies based on their socioeconomic background. There are so many children who have been adopted or who live under foster care that are living joy-filled lives. We cannot speak for these babies, and we have no idea what their futures might hold.

No human being should be granted the right to take another human being's life away, regardless of the circumstances. It is a cruel and twisted power, and it interferes with God's purpose for each and every person on earth. This is why I advocate for life.

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21 Things You Say To Your Roommate If You Two Are Practically A Married Couple

Until I made this list, I didn't realize how absurdly close my roommate and I were. #sorrynotsorry

Let's be real: you and your roommate have said these things at least one to each other.

1. "Can you turn the light off?"

2. "We probably shouldn't go out for dinner again...right?"

*Complains about not having money* *Spends $8 on Chipotle three times a week*

3. "I always pick where we go"

This is a fight you have with your roommate almost every day when you're roommate is as indecisive as mine.

4. "Do you have my keys?"

5. "Can you pick me up?"

6. "Is it hot in here?"

7. "Does this outfit look stupid?"

The answer is usually yes. No offense.

8. "Can you throw this out for me?"

9. "Can we get ice cream?"

10. "I need coffee."

This text is usually sent when you know your roomie is out running errands... errands you know are near a Starbucks.

11. "Can you tell me what happened?"

12. "Are you asleep?"

There have been times where I couldn't tell if you were asleep or dead... and I had to say this out loud to check if you were alive.

13. "Check your DM's."

*Cracks up in the middle of nowhere* *Catches a weird stare from your roomie across the room*

14. "Can you plug this in for me?"

15. "Can you pick a movie?"

Another instance where "I always pick" happens.

16. "Look at this girl's Instagram."

*Chucks phone across the room at roommate*

17. "Can you call me?"

18. "Can we meet up?"

19. "Can you help me find my phone?"

*Tries to leave the house to do something* *Loses phone* Every. Time.

20. "What should we do tonight?"

*Tries to get ready to do something fun* *Ends up staying in for another girls' night*

21. "Why isn't everyone as great as us?"


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Pride? Pride.

Who are we? Why are we proud?


This past week, I was called a faggot by someone close to me and by note, of all ways. The shock rolled through my body like thunder across barren plains and I was stuck paralyzed in place, frozen, unlike the melting ice caps. My chest suddenly felt tight, my hearing became dim, and my mind went blank except for one all-encompassing and constant word. Finally, after having thawed, my rage bubbled forward like divine retribution and I stood poised and ready to curse the name of the offending person. My tongue lashed the air into a frenzy, and I was angry until I let myself break and weep twice. Later, I began to question not sexualities or words used to express (or disparage) them, but my own embodiment of them.

For members of the queer community, there are several unspoken and vital rules that come into play in many situations, mainly for you to not be assaulted or worse (and it's all too often worse). Make sure your movements are measured and fit within the realm of possible heterosexuality. Keep your music low and let no one hear who you listen to. Avoid every shred of anything stereotypically gay or feminine like the plague. Tell the truth without details when you can and tell half-truths with real details if you must. And above all, learn how to clear your search history. At twenty, I remember my days of teaching my puberty-stricken body the lessons I thought no one else was learning. Over time I learned the more subtle and more important lessons of what exactly gay culture is. Now a man with a head and social media accounts full of gay indicators, I find myself wondering both what it all means and more importantly, does it even matter?

To the question of whether it matters, the answer is naturally yes and no (and no, that's not my answer because I'm a Gemini). The month of June has the pleasure of being the time of year when the LGBT+ community embraces the hateful rhetoric and indulges in one of the deadly sins. Pride. Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the figures at the head of the gay liberation movement, fought for something larger than themselves and as with the rest of the LGBT+ community, Pride is more than a parade of muscular white men dancing in their underwear. It's a time of reflection, of mourning, of celebration, of course, and most importantly, of hope. Pride is a time to look back at how far we've come and realize that there is still a far way to go.

This year marks fifty years since the Stonewall Riots and the gay liberation movement launched onto the world stage, thus making the learning and embracing of gay culture that much more important. The waves of queer people that come after the AIDS crisis has been given the task of rebuilding and redefining. The AIDS crisis was more than just that. It was Death itself stalking through the community with the help of Regan doing nothing. It was going out with friends and your circle shrinking faster than you can try or even care to replenish. Where do you go after the apocalypse? The LGBT+ community was a world shut off from access by a touch of death and now on the other side, we must weave in as much life as we can.

But we can't freeze and dwell of this forever. It matters because that's where we came from, but it doesn't matter because that's not where we are anymore. We're in a time of rebirth and spring. The LGBT+ community can forge a new identity where the AIDS crisis is not the defining feature, rather a defining feature to be immortalized, mourned, and moved on from.

And to the question of what does it all mean? Well, it means that I'm gay and that I've learned the central lesson that all queer people should learn in middle school. It's called Pride for a reason. We have to shoulder the weight of it all and still hold our head high and we should. Pride is the LGBT+ community turning lemons into lemon squares and limoncello. The lemon squares are funeral cakes meant to mourn and be a familiar reminder of what passed, but the limoncello is the extravagant and intoxicating celebration of what is to come. This year I choose to combine the two and get drunk off funeral cakes. Something tells me that those who came before would've wanted me to celebrate.

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