Why I Can't Support The Right To Abortion

Why I Can't Support The Right To Abortion

Even as a "liberal" 22-year-old female.

My views on this issue do NOT apply to anyone underage/unable to consent/sexual assault victims/life or death medical issues. I am referring to legal, consenting, healthy individuals in this article.

I am a 22-year-old woman with views that many would consider to be fairly liberal. For that, many would assume that I would be pro-choice. Well, here I am saying no, abortion is not okay. I strongly believe that we should not have such easy access to abortion.

Yes, I believe in us women having control over our bodies and healthcare. I believe that we should be able to talk about our sex lives and have access to birth control and sex education. I strongly believe that the last people that should be making any of these decisions for us should be the old, conservative men too afraid to say the words “vagina” or talk about menstruation.

But, I do not believe we should have the easily accessible right to abortion and here’s why.

Abortion is not birth control.

Abortion is essentially used to “fix” the “mistake” of another human’s. A pregnancy is not a typo in a paper you can just delete. It is a life. Through abortion, a life is terminated because it is inconvenient. If we “terminated” everything that was an annoyance, inconvenience, or struggle in our life, I can guarantee all of us would be dead at this point.

Sex is a responsibility.

If you are having consensual sex (assuming you are old enough to) than you are well aware of what that result may be- a pregnancy. Whether you use birth control methods or not, the only way to guarantee there is no chance of becoming pregnant/ fathering a baby is to abstain. If you are not abstaining, than you are 100 percent responsible for any life that may be created from any intercourse you engage in. Many might think that if they mess up, they can just get an abortion. Just terminate the pregnancy, just end a life. No big deal, right? Wrong. Think about that- over, and over, and over. Think about whether a few minutes of pleasure is worth more than a life.

It is traumatic.

The psychological effects after abortion can be great. No one talks about the constant regret, the constant wondering that comes along with abortion. The truth of the matter is, you just don’t know how much of an emotional effect it will have on you until you do it. I know several people who have had an abortion for a wide range of reasons and ALL of them have said that they regretted it. ALL of them have said that they wonder about their child, every damn day. The saddest part about this is that most abortions are occurring before people’s brains are even fully developed. Their decision-making skills are still immature. They are not physically equipped to fathom the decision they are making yet. Even those who are older truly do not know the psychological effect it will have on them until it is just too late.

It can be a terrifying medical procedure.

It is a painful, invasive experience. You don’t get to go to sleep and wake up magically no longer pregnant. You are awake the entire time. You experience everything. I will save you the gory details, but I urge everyone to read about the procedure if they are still adamant about abortion being an option that is so easily accessible.

Here is my solution: We need to prevent these situations that lead to unwanted pregnancies through accurate and effective sex education. We need to drill it into teens and young adult's heads from the start about preventative care, how great the responsibility engaging in sex is, and how precious and important a pregnancy- a life- is. Many of my fellow "liberal" peeps preach about respecting all walks of life, but that somehow does not include a human fetus. This needs to change. We need to stop making this about men, about religion, about the conservative party, about pro-life vs. pro choice. This is about us as women having respect and control over own bodies and being capable of making educated decisions. With having control over our own bodies and the right to healthcare comes great responsibility as it may come down to life or death. I urge you all to reconsider what it really means to be "pro-choice"...

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If You've Ever Been Called Overly-Emotional Or Too Sensitive, This Is For You

Despite what they have told you, it's a gift.

Emotional: a word used often nowadays to insult someone for their sensitivity towards a multitude of things.

If you cry happy tears, you're emotional. If you express (even if it's in a healthy way) that something is bothering you, you're sensitive. If your hormones are in a funk and you just happen to be sad one day, you're emotional AND sensitive.

Let me tell you something that goes against everything people have probably ever told you. Being emotional and being sensitive are very, very good things. It's a gift. Your ability to empathize, sympathize, and sensitize yourself to your own situation and to others' situations is a true gift that many people don't possess, therefore many people do not understand.

Never let someone's negativity toward this gift of yours get you down. We are all guilty of bashing something that is unfamiliar to us: something that is different. But take pride in knowing God granted this special gift to you because He believes you will use it to make a difference someday, somehow.

This gift of yours was meant to be utilized. It would not be a part of you if you were not meant to use it. Because of this gift, you will change someone's life someday. You might be the only person that takes a little extra time to listen to someone's struggle when the rest of the world turns their backs.

In a world where a six-figure income is a significant determinant in the career someone pursues, you might be one of the few who decides to donate your time for no income at all. You might be the first friend someone thinks to call when they get good news, simply because they know you will be happy for them. You might be an incredible mother who takes too much time to nurture and raise beautiful children who will one day change the world.

To feel everything with every single part of your being is a truly wonderful thing. You love harder. You smile bigger. You feel more. What a beautiful thing! Could you imagine being the opposite of these things? Insensitive and emotionless?? Both are unhealthy, both aren't nearly as satisfying, and neither will get you anywhere worth going in life.

Imagine how much richer your life is because you love other's so hard. It might mean more heartache, but the reward is always worth the risk. Imagine how much richer your life is because you are overly appreciative of the beauty a simple sunset brings. Imagine how much richer your life is because you can be moved to tears by the lessons of someone else's story.

Embrace every part of who you are and be just that 100%. There will be people who criticize you for the size of your heart. Feel sorry for them. There are people who are dishonest. There are people who are manipulative. There are people who are downright malicious. And the one thing people say to put you down is "you feel too much." Hmm...

Sounds like more of a compliment to me. Just sayin'.

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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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