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LOL CHRIS. I LOVE HOW YOU WON’T EVEN TOUCH IT. HAHAHAHAHAHAKristen and Snow White and the Huntsman Cast read from Fifty Shades.
OH GOD CHRIS. HE JUST THROWS THE BOOK DOWN LIKE, “NO. I CAN’T.”
YESSSS LOLS FOREVER
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How can someone stand behind abortion, when you have a life inside of you that God created for you? How can you say that this life isn’t worth it? If you can’t take care of the baby for whatever circumstances than there is always adoption available to couples who can’t conceive, but still want the joy of being parents. OPEN YOUR EYES! God has bigger plans for us all that we don’t even realize the picture.
Excuse me but it appears your baby is actually upside down
Did you take Sex Ed freshman year because babies come out headfirstHi, OP! As someone who was given up for adoption, allow me to call bullshit on your little post there! You see, when I was adopted, I was a white-skinned, healthy, neurotypical infant, which basically put me at the top of the list, right underneath white-skinned, healthy, neurotypical MALE infants! There’s only one kind of infant people wanted to adopt more than me! I was SOOO lucky! But if you actually bothered to look at the information readily available on the interwebs, you would be aware that the majority of people who are forced to rely on abortion for family planning are poor people and people of color. Of course, those two demographics intersect, thanks to the institutionalized racism of our society! Neat huh?!
Of course, even babies of color are not in high demand with couples looking to adopt. Many who do want to adopt outside their race choose to go outside the country, where laws are less strict and the process is often less expensive. Of course, most of the infants adopted this way are obtained in unscrupulous fashion, but who cares about that when you’re saving a little Korean or African baby from the horrible fate of growing up in Korea or Africa??? And all those children who have birth defects, are born with diseases or disabilities, or have other issues… WELL. Who wants to invest that kind of expense and time? Why would you adopt someone broken, LOLOL?!
Granted, there are some wonderful people who understand the system a little better, and make it a point to try and give POC and disabled children a good home. But they make up a very small fraction of potential adopters! This difference in supply and demand leaves a lot of children stuck in the foster system, where their chances of being adopted diminish with every passing year, and their chances of being physically or sexually abused INCREASE! Isn’t that wonderful?
And of course, we haven’t even talked about the person who is giving birth to the baby! I know you probably think pregnancy is a wonderful, happy time, and for some people it is, but it is also one of the greatest health risks a person can take. I love my son very much, and from the day I found out I was pregnant with him, I wanted him! But I also nearly died giving birth to him. You see, I had pre-eclampsia, the most commonly fatal birth complication in the world. My blood pressure was 180 over 130! At twenty-two years old, I was actually headed for a stroke, hah hah! How funny is that? And all it took was missing a single pre-natal appointment during which my blood pressure rose to dangerous levels and my body tried to kill both me and my son. Those seizures sure were fun, as was the emergency c-section performed without anesthetic! And being chained down while the operation was performed, because I was delirious and wouldn’t stop trying to fight off the doctors, that was a BLAST! It was great for my husband too, since he almost lost his wife and child in just forty-five minutes. You can imagine how thrilled he is at the prospect of me ever getting pregnant again. Babies are certainly cute, but pregnancy can have massive health complications, and I know it’s such a bummer, but they are PERMANENT. :( My abdominal muscles never recovered from being hacked through with a scalpel, and the flood of hormones caused by late pregnancy have changed things from heartburn (never used to have it, now, all the time!) to my emotional reactions (I cry when I see pictures of kittens now. I used to be tough). These are changes I did not ask for, cannot control, and cannot fix! And many people go through worse! I know, right? Unbelievable, but go look up the word ‘episiotomy’ and then look up ‘birth rape’ and I’m afraid you’ll find some stuff that just isn’t very shiny. Plus, the studies actually show that people who carry a baby to term, give birth, then give it up for adoption suffer HIGHER rates of post-pregnancy complications like post-partum depression and post-partum psychosis, general depression, and other mental health issues. Adoption actually isn’t good for the person giving birth at all!
I’m afraid the picture you chose to use there is also pretty disingenuous. I know, I know, it seems like nitpicking. I’m not trying to be mean! :( But that picture shows a fully developed, viable infant, and most abortions are performed when the fetus isn’t even a fetus - it’s a blastocyst. That’s just a clump of cells. Seriously! You can totally find pictures on the interwebs and they’re not even gross, LOLOL! Later-term abortions are usually performed because of health complications, though some of our intrepid state legislators are trying to change all that! They care so much about people who are pregnant, you see, that they want to force them to carry dead or dying fetuses inside them until their body either becomes infected while it rots in their tummies (this is called sepsis, and it makes people very sick, and can even kill them!), or forces it out naturally in a gush of blood and fluids! Isn’t that so caring of them? I’m so glad they’re around to make those decisions for me! And if a pregnant person is not allowed to terminate an unviable fetus, in some states, they have to carry the child to term, give birth to it, and then watch it die in their arms because its lungs weren’t developed, or its brain formed outside its skull, or any of a million possible birth defects that will kill you just as quick as lickity-split! Isn’t that wild?! Of course, these people go through terrible grief, and as I mentioned, some of them may get sick and die from not being able to abort dead or dying fetuses. But I guess that’s just A-okay with you, huh?
Basically, I think before you suggest adoption as a universal alternative, you should actually go do some research on adoption. And before you condemn abortion, you should do some research on abortions - not the stuff your church is giving you, the stuff the real doctors are saying. Go to Planned Parenthood (if they haven’t all been closed down, ROFLMAO!) and request whatever information they have on the process, the statistics of who has abortions and why… and actually, all of that is on the interwebs! Isn’t technology AMAZING?
And in closing, since I’ve been asked this question many times and I know it’s coming? Yes, I realize I am here talking to you because I was not aborted. But the thing is, if my mother had chosen abortion, I wouldn’t know the difference, so it wouldn’t matter to me. And if she decided that choice was best for her, then that choice would have been best for her, and I would never want to take that choice away from her. As it is, since I was given up for adoption, and since I have seen the statistics on how badly people who give their children up for adoption suffer, I have spent much of my adult life worrying about her, whether she’s healthy, whether she’s okay, and feeling that if she did suffer from any of the common post-birth symptoms, it is at least partially my fault, even though she made that decision on her own. Which is silly, I know, but at some point, all children have to stare down the consequences of their parents’ having them. For some, that’s poverty. For others, a life-time of their parents struggling to treat and care for a severe illness or disability. For others, it’s wondering if their mother ever got over giving them away, and wishing you could reach out and assure her that it’s okay, she doesn’t have to be haunted.
May your birth control never fail!
Ignore the derpy (and totally creepy) picture and read sonneillonv’s response.
Being a zombie is hard work
Yesterday I ventured out to Sandy, OR with a few friends and some of the PDX Trackers crew and their students. It was the second day of their two day Zombie First Responder training camp and I was pulled in to help my best friend and of of their camp leaders L, with zombie make up—for the horde!
We all met up at the scout pit in Portland proper, then gathered onto the bus to make the journey out to Sandy, just like a real field trip! Only we got to stop for donuts on the way, because we had a badass bus driver.
We get out there, it’s a beautiful, huge grassy field with a steep hill off to one side. There’s a ring of trees and other bushes surrounding us, with trails leading into the brush. There’s goats, chickens, a million tiny butterflies and two of the very rarely seen wild homo photographerus.
Our first mission: Down the hill to play with tomahawks and bows and arrows! We split into two groups—I’m part of the bow and arrow group first. We’re given a run down on proper stance and methods to holding the bow, then we’re off to practice shooting! We’ve also got a nice miniature crossbow to try out, which shoots like a gun; quite fancy. I, being a bad shot, do not land many (okay, any) hits. Eventually it is time to trade off. TOMAHAKAWWWWKS!!
I’ve always been interested in tomahawks but have never had an opportunity to try them, until now! Again, I’m an awful shot, but the teachers are there to give advice on stance, aiming, etc as we take our throws. My favorite part was the here’s how to do it, now your turn! aspect of everything. Okay, that was a lie. My real favorite part was, after someone split the watermelon we were using as a zombie head, we were allowed to eat some “ONLY IF WE SAID THE WORD WHILE [we] DID” (Thank you, J).
After this, we all wander up the horrible awful hillside of doom (fer serious, total doom).
Lunch time! That beautiful field I mentioned? Totally lousy with tiny hawthorne plants for us to sit on (Fucking OW, those things are sharp). We have lunch, then it’s time for us to get our zombie on while students and non-zombies practice with swords.
By the end of the zombie makeuping, we all look fucking fabulously disgusting, if I do say so myself. R takes a sip of the blood L made then lets it run down his face, he’s such a charming zombie! The videographer is close by during this entire process, I considered asking if he wanted a bite wound, but.. well. Didn’t want it to sound like a come on (BUT THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN OKAY BECAUSE HE WAS WAY CUTE).
And finally, it’s time for battle. Our humans are given foam arrows (specially made for live combat) and nerf guns, and the zombies got this gak like substance to fling at humans. Let me tell you, being a zombie is hard work. And humans are trisky fuckers, especially when I don’t get to have any thinking power :(
After each combat we combed the field for our arrows, nerf darts, and balls of gook (pulling as much out of the grass as possible). We did three rounds of zombie combat, the last of which ended up down one of the trails, tromping into the bushes and plants after the humans. So. Much. Fun. But very tiring.
The bus ride home was much quieter than the one there, everyone was exhausted. That said, it was such an amazing adventure! Everyone there was so wonderful and friendly, and I can’t wait to go out and play with PDX Trackers some more!
TEA REX!
Hey Shellie
Omfg i need this in my life
NEEEEEEEEED
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