I don’t check the gmail account for STFU *nearly* often enough, and for that, I sincerely apologize. I was going through it today and had this story from a reader, who asked to remain anonymous:
On Friday I’m having an abortion. When I was 18, I had to have an abortion and (because it was cheaper) I chose to go the RU-487 route. I was told that I would experience mild to moderate cramping, “Like a period.” I thought, shit, I’ve done that a hundred or so times in my life, ain’t no thang. Let me tell you: I was in so much pain that if you had handed me a gun, I would have shot myself in the head. Excruciating does not begin to describe it.
So this time I decided to go with vacuum aspiration. The state in which I’m having my abortion, Pennsylvania, mandates that the doctor who will be performing the abortion has to speak with the patient over the phone a few days prior to the procedure. I just spoke to him.
He was pretty funny, and said, “I’m sure you’ve heard this before but I’m required by law to read it to you verbatim, so try not to throw up: In our offices at Planned Parenthood we have brochures detailing fetal development, which are provided to us by organizations that can help you put your baby and yes I have to call it a baby up for adoption…” You know, right-wing crap. Bible-thumpers trying to change my mind at the last minute, as if I had no idea that adoption is an option, if only I’m willing to put up with the tiny inconvenience of carrying a pregnancy to term.
Anyway, he also had to go over the details of the procedure and talk to me about the risk. He said, “When done properly by a trained doctor, vacuum aspiration or dilation and curettage abortion is statistically the safest operative surgery you can have performed in this country.” Yeah. “The safest operative surgery you can have performed in this country.”
Think about that in contrast with, “70 thousand women die every year from illegal abortions.”
So, you can keep abortion legal and available, and women and girls can have the safest operative surgery it is possible to have performed upon you in this country, or you can have a back alley abortion, if you’re lucky just get sterilized or seriously injured and require hospitalization, or if you’re unlucky, you can be one of the tens of thousands of abortion-seekers who die.
Eighty six years after the infamous Scopes Monkey Trial opened Tennessee classrooms to the teaching of evolution, the state House is trying to slam the door shut again. Tennessee’s House Education Committee approved a bill Tuesday in the name of “academic freedom,” but…
My best friend was raped when she turned 18 became pregnant.
Yes, she went to Planned Parenthood and yes she did get an abortion. It was her choice. She went to Planned Parenthood to get help. They gave her advice, counseling and never made her feel she HAD to get an abortion. It was HER choice to do so.
Well, five years later her sister becomes pregnant and wanted to keep the child.
Yes, she went to Planned Parenthood and NO they didn’t tell her to get an abortion. They helped her find a doctor, they had classed to help her and the father prepare for the labor and when the baby was born they even gave her baby food and clothes.
When speaking to them they both say the same thing. That Planned Parenthood was a blessing and they never pushed them to do anything they didn’t want to do.
And the really sad thing. The sister was spit on and called horrible names by protesters as she went into the Planned Parenthood building Her boyfriend said he had a rock hit him in the back as he tried to block her from them. She was still pregnant and was keeping the baby. But those protesters didn’t care.
More evidence that many “pro-life” protesters are just there to harass, not help. Perhaps if they educated themselves about what Planned Parenthood does (not just abortions), they’d stop hurting people and see that PP is a godsend.
Submitted by artemisia-absinthium: “The first time I used EC was also the first time I’d had penis-in-vagina sex in over six years. We used a free condom from a college health center, and it broke. I was terrified, as I’d never had anything like that happen before. My boyfriend handled it…
I went to PP when I first moved to my current state because I had no gynecologist or money. I wanted to find out about long term BC. Even though I was only sleeping with women at the time, they gave me a bag of condoms and EC (two doses I believe). I was like “Fuck yeah PP!” I thought it was cool that even though TECHNICALLY my consensual sexual activities at the time where not going to get me pregnant, you never know and they just gave me some to keep on hand.
Flash forward to about two years later. At this point I had successfully had Essure implanted and a dye test to prove my tubes were fully occluded, but I hung on to the EC because, well why the fuck not? A friend I worked with came in one Monday and told me she FINALLY hooked up with the hot finance guy she’d been flirting with forever, but, in a less than wise moment, had decided to forgo condoms after the first of many go rounds. So this conversation happened:
Me: Are you on the pill?
Her: No the prescription ran out and I never got it refilled.
Her: I should probably get plan B huh? I’ll need to go to PP though as I am les broke, can I borrow your car and maybe some money?
Me: I have some Plan B I got at PP like two years ago. If it’s still good, you can have it. It’s not like I’ll need it ever because even if I did I wouldn’t know it until it was too late. That totally made sense. You will agree that totally made sense if you want my Plan B.
Her: That totally made sense and you are the best and I love you.
Me: Don’t thank me citizen, just doing my part to have fewer screaming poop machines on the street car!
So yeah, EC is my superpower.
Moral of the story: PP is great and it is in everyone’s best interest to have some EC on hand. Even if you don’t need it, you don’t know when someone you know might. My friend and I were grown-ass adults and didn’t have to worry about age restrictions or the cost (not really, she was broke but we both had jobs and could have found the money pretty easily), but you never know when someone will need it and literally can’t afford it or get it easily where they live. Then you can swoop in and be the Ovary Avenger and shit. Saving the world, one unfertilized egg at a time.
I am open to any and all graphic interpretations of what a superhero named “The Ovary Avenger” would look like.
“Studies have shown that sperm feel pain while they are still in the testes. A little known scientific fact is that these sperm in pain are the source of the heartbreaking malady known as ‘Blue Balls.’ Besides this very real pain, for years the vicious Women’s Lib Birth Control Movement has sought to deprive sperm of the very thing they need to stay alive—an egg. It is surely the birthright of every sperm to have the opportunity to swim toward an egg. And damnit, that egg had better be there!”—
PLEASE reblog this. I heard nothing about this until today, when one of my friends in Mississippi said she saw protesters outside her local Planned Parenthood talking about “Something 26”. (This is Amendment 26.)
DO NOT LET THIS FLY UNDER THE RADAR. GET THE WORD OUT.
What?! I don’t even…reblog!
Jaw. On. The. Floor.
Okay, so by this logic, a tumor is also a person.
The anti-choicers loooove to throw the word “life” around as if it means the same thing as “personhood,” and it most certainly does not. The bacteria in my gut are alive—should we make colonoscopies illegal, too, because sticking something up there might kill some? Just because something is alive inside my body doesn’t mean it is a person with guaranteed rights.
It’s absurd. It’s so absurd I can’t even understand their line of reasoning…as if there even is one.
“Contemporary forms of oppression do not routinely force people to submit. Instead, they manufacture consent for domination so that we lose our ability to question and thus collude in our own subordination.”—Patricia Hill Collins. (via theredtree)
“Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors…
Spices and and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat…
What then was music created for?
Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves?
I think I know.”—Emilie Autumn (The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls)