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27 March 2006

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O

Today, I find, I do have a choice. And my choice is this: to live and to tell and to tell the tale of me. It’s not always an easy thing to do, but in doing so, I give myself the precious gift of life, my life, as I understand it.

And there are also others who understand you, and understand themselves better as always because of your choices: your choice to live, your choice to tell the tale of you. We are enriched by your gift of your self here; I am as always made braver as writer and as woman, because of what you write, because of your choices, all of them.

There is so much here that I could quote in this comment, so many places where your words hit me and pin me, so many places where I want to say, stop, too much, I have to comment on that, just that.

What I want: I want to go back in time and hold your hand and take you there to those clinics where you were alone.

I also want you to know that if I should ever have the courage ever to write about abortion and my own experiences of it, it will only be because of what you have written today.

I treasure your bravery and your beauty and your strength; though it may not feel this way to you now, you reveal your strength in showing us your most painful wounds.

Love,
O

KtotheE

I am rendered speechless. You are truly wonderful, and damn, I wish you were not a continent away, because this piece makes me need to hug you. Makes me need to hug you for my own reasons, not because I think you need a hug.

sista.s.

Sweetie,
I know your pain. I had quite a share of trouble in my life, but my abortion was one of the most traumatic experiences. I had just started my career in human rights and served in a country where it was illegal to have an abortion. I found a hospital. I went there allone. The nurses spoke only Arabic, which I can not understand. They did this "al`hamdullulah" thing when they showed to be unable to place the IV correctly. They treated me like the western devil they had always feared. The doctor was very friendly and cashed a great deal of money. After the operation I showed to be allergic to the antibiotics. Further I was in terrible pains. Then my hormones went crazy. I had crying fits in the middle of a regular conversation. Well, it took me a year or two to find back to normal. I healed. Currently I am pregnant. I want the baby and I am lucky, because my partner wants it too. By the way: We are moving to NYC soon. So: I truly hope to be there at your next reading somewhere in Williamsburgh or wherever. I really would like to get to know you. Thank you for your stories and especially for this one. Kisses. sista.s.

acidinmyfridge

You are touching our woman's heart. Like O said, seeing you THAT brave makes me wanna be MORE brave. Thank you CG.
Kisses
A.

Tree

I'm left speechless by the sheer sorrow and pain in this post. I want to give you a hug, too. You are indeed a brave woman.

Nate

I also am speechless and in awe of the courage such honesty takes. You are truly special.

Ben

I only hope that one day I shall be able to demonstrate this kind of fortitude of character. You inspire & share beyond comprehension.

liese


thank you for your honesty.
if every woman shared her fears, her struggles, her triumphs, her mistakes as candidly as you, our rights would not be so threatened.

Boldn'Brazen

It was brave of you to post this. And I applaud that.

heidi

Your courageousness in writing out this history shouldn't go unmarked. Too many women are silent about the price that sex exacts from women. I wish I could send you healing, well-being, happiness with these wires that connect us -- but you have to search for those things on your own. Your extraordinary honesty should guide you. I wish you all the best --

Danielle

CG, my love-- I just don't know what to say.

The pain of my own demons just doesn't understand why. Not why you were fertile and chose not to parent, but why I was so infertile when I wanted to give life so badly.

It just hurts. And I wish I understood why it hurts when it shouldn't.

I'm proud of you, cupcake. I want to give you a hug and I need a hug.

alwaysarousedgirl

When I read you, I am moved to moisture (to use Figleaf's favorite word) in one way or another.

This time it was tears.

I wish you could have had a friend with you at every one of these appointments. Someone to hold your hand and let you cry on her shoulder.

And btw...you shouldn't feel badly in the least, ever, that you didn't "do the altruistic thing and give some couple a white baby." That is not your job. That's not anyone's job.

Love,


Tinker

You make me feel ashamed on behalf of all the guys that allowed you to go alone, where no one should go alone. You make me proud, for recovering and dealing with it so well. And of course, it has nothing to do with me, except I have been reading your blog for the last week or two, and I see that no man is an island, after all.

figleaf

Gracious! You've said a mouthful, CG. One might or might not expect me to be shocked, considering my fetish for contraception but all I can really say is thank goodness you had recources, and resources, and the fortitude to deal with your unwanted pregnancies. You're in good company.

Thanks for telling your story.

Take care,

figleaf

chelsea girl

Thank you all.

I have been carrying around this burden for a long time and in laying it all out to you, I feel somewhat lighter.

Maybe you couldn't put your arms around me, but I still feel as if you did.

Kisses,
CG

Goose

Wow. How much pain we can all carry around from our childhood, living and reliving, or dying and redying over and over and over again until somehow we realize how to end our own complicity in the family dance or cultural dance or whatever. Damn its tough. Thanks for reminding me that I still do my own thing too and that others keep moving higher and higher.

ravenna

I wish I could have been there with you every time. I wish I could have held you and made you believe that someone does love you, even if that someone at that moment wasn't you, or the baby's father, even if it was only me. I'm Catholic, not an especially good Catholic, but some kind of Catholic, and having an abortion would be over a line for me. But I would never let that line come between me and a friend, between me and you. I wish you had never had to go through all of that, and so much of it so alone and unloved, or so imperfectly loved; it just breaks my heart that a woman is expected to simply slink away and deal with this all alone, as if she were a cat coughing up a hairball: "Just get it over with discreetly, dear, and don't do it on the carpet where everyone will see." It's such an appalling choice to be forced to make, the consequences are so huge either way. Why couldn't someone have cared more for you when you needed someone there with you, *we* all care about you, we who are privileged to share a little of your life and your heart through your words, but where was the world when you needed someone? Damn them. Oh I am so glad that you have so much more love in your life now, that you can write about this so amazingly well and courageously, that you can share this with us and make us all wrestle a little with what we've all done, or would have done, or might have done in your place. But I wish I could have been there with you...

Karmie B.

Wow.
I applaud your openness and honesty.
I am moved.

Circe

Thank you. Thank you so desperately much for writing this...

a reader

Thanks for your honesty. Over the years I've met two women that had abortions, they didn't talk alot about them but the subject always came up at some point, the emotional impact of it ways always there.

Artfuldodger

As always CG your courage and honesty shine through and serve as a signpost for all who read your words. What more can I say? If I were standing there with you I would hold you and stroke your hair and whisper words, but I am not. I can only hope that for you such a purge as this works to heal those wounds that run so deep we often do not see them until it is too late.

Keep the courage.

Babs

I had my second abortion on Friday and have been dealing with the emotional dumping since then. I'm not as young as I was with my first termination, nor as self destructive, thank the gods. Thank you for writing this, thank you for saying it all and not putting justifications/defense at the beginning. Thank you for choosing YOUR life as you understand it and sharing it with everyone here.

Cherry Bomb

Stunning...

Miss Syl

Thanks so much for your openness and courage in sharing such a difficult topic. Sending you a virtual arm around the shoulder with a little squeeze of admiration, appreciation, and sisterhood.

Syl.

Jeff

cg,
I read this yesterday and was so blown away that I needed a full 24 hours to come up with an appropriate comment to leave you.

As always, the eleoquence and timbre of your words is unrivaled, on any subject matter. However, on this particular subject I will say this; I am a man, I am not entitled to an opinion on abortion other than to say that the right to choose is the right to choose. Though that isn't the subject of your post I don't think, but rather a personal chronicle of your own lifechoices and perhaps the psychological toll they may (or may not)have exerted on you. That is for you to decide I imagine.

Simply put, I was awestruck and applaud your courage and tenacity. You are brilliant.

- jeff

chelsea girl

Jeff, I had to respond to you specifically. I don't get why anyone would think that men aren't entitled to an opinion on abortion. While I do believe that ultimately the choice is the woman's, I think it disingenuous to believe that the choice for an abortion doesn't impact the man. It took two people to get pregnant; the decision to terminate the pregnancy impacts them both. Perhaps not similarly, perhaps not equally, but perhaps also not in ways that we humans might expect.

Having written this piece, I was expecting a barrage of hate mail. I'm so gratified and honored that that has not been the case. I was expecting to hear from women who felt relieved that I'd voiced some of their pain, and I have. I was expecting too to hear from men who had been on the other side of the stirrups, as it were. I have. None of their stories has been easy or lacking in emotion.

Abortion remains a tangled issue for so many reasons, not the least of which being that as much as it takes two people to get to that choice, and as much as that choice seems to impact the woman, at the end of the day, the choice resonates in both people.

kisses,
cg

Jeff

cg,
There is great truth in what you say, for me it has come down to taking a more political stance, as in the great numbers of men (who will never be confronted with having to make that choice) trying to take that choice away from women. In your example, yes of course, it took two to get pregnant and the decision to terminate does indeed effect both - perhaps I was thinking of a more macro view of abortion rather than the personal of which you write and speak of here. So for me, when I say I have no opinion on abortion, what I really mean is that I have no right to tell a woman she can't have one, because I'm never going to be confronted with the decision the same way it effects women.

Sorry I wasn't so clear! See? Your brilliance stunned me like a deer in the headlights and I couldn't think.

Run me over now with your auto-erotic love mobile!

Thank you cg!

- jeff

Shay

If anything, at least you are well now and are sharing your story so that hopefully some other girl-women can learn from your experiences instead of having to learn from their own...

Djaevle

Everyone is entitled to an opinion; honest debate or discussion on a subject can be eye-opening.

What people are not entitled to is the right to shove their opinion down everyone's throat, which, unfortunately, happens more often than reasoned debate....

CG - I will echo what everyone else has said here. The strength it takes to write something so starkly honest is stunning. The vivisection you have performed on yourself takes more than guts, it takes a sharp mind.

If I take any issue with abortion (and I don't, really), it is simply this: the effect of this motion on the person who endures it, this decision, is not always readily apparent. Weighed in balance against the alternatives, this is often seen as an acceptable price. But it is not neglible, nor am I sure it should be.

chelsea girl

Thank you all. This piece was a diffucult one for me to write, and it's even been a difficult piece to leave published up here on my oft-ironic pretty dumb things.

It is, quite clearly, not ironic. It is, quite clearly, as naked as a piece of writing could be.

I thank you all, I truly do, for letting me know that it's safe for me to tell this painful story, and even more, that in telling it I have the potential to help not only my self, but others as well.

cg

odd man out

You started out with "Terminate," and ended with "the precious gift of life." There are many sad points in this piece, but the saddest is that those words should ever appear on the same page at all.

This isn't the piece of hate mail you've been expecting. At least, I don't intend it to be. I visit your site fairly regularly. It's "hott," as you like to say, but it's also smart, which makes it even hotter (and that picture...damn). That being the case, it seemed like it was worth contributing a response not exactly aligned with the other comments here.

Not that you're not brave for vetting this where others can read and comment on it, and doing so well. I agree with those points. But it's still so...disappointing to read it.

I am the father of a 10-month old baby girl, which throws certain aspects of abortion into stark relief:
1) I writhe in physical anguish and late-night sweats at the thought of an abortion doctor performing his duties on my little girl;
2) She's so indescribably happy to be on this planet that it is beyond inconceivable for me to deny her that opportunity.

Sure. I'm dad. I can't really imagine denying her anything. And maybe it's only my kid who's so thrilled to be here. But I see other kids, and every last one of them is drinking in the world in huge, sloppy gulps. There are places in the world where they quickly lose that desire, and there are screwed up people that are all too happy to take it from them or beat it out of them. But all things being equal, they'd rather be here than not.

Everything I've read on this site has always treated sex as a destination, as a packaged commodity that you can have to enjoy privately at home, like a bottle of shampoo. Lather, rinse, repeat. Sure, sometimes it gets in your eyes and stings a bit, but it's just you and your shampoo, not hurting anybody. Except that that is only a concept that has come about in the last half century, with technology reliable enough that we've come to expect inconsequential, commodified sex. As humans, I don't think we really understand that. We don't believe it at a primal level, in our gut, in our mouth, in our loins. Sex has always been regulated, repressed, confined and controlled, for the very reason that is not a final act. We've busied ourselves with removing the strictures, but somebody forgot to corral the consequences, and that means it still doesn't fit neatly in that shampoo bottle.

As a man, it struck me how unmanly most of the male figures were in this piece. Somebody with a cock that you can pound nails with, looking for the cheapest, easiest way to avoid disrupting his own life, is not a man. He's a boy with pubic hair. But pointing that out might imply that not everyone is entitled to (or worthy of) sex.

I truly hope your piece does help others, because I think that abortion -- in the abstract, and in the grisly detail -- sucks. It sucks for everyone involved. For the kid most of all, who gets nothing but a dark, painful end. For the woman, who feels compelled to put her body and psyche through something so unnatural. And for the man, who isn't forced to change or grow or confront the results of his actions, and remains a boy. Let me very carefully say that it doesn't make the people involved suck, but they suffer wounds that are painful and unfortunate, and far from ideal.

I'll be back, though perhaps I'm not welcome now. I enjoy reading your posts, even if they are a little too modern for me in their attitude towards something as hott as sex.

Introspectre

You are braver than I, and by that I mean I have long pondered this (nearly exact) post for months and haven't had the courage to write it.

"In part, my abortions were a by-product of my constant and desperate attempt to be close to someone, somewhere, somehow, regardless how flawed and regardless how wrong. Sex was the closest I got to love for a very, very long time in my life, and ok, cue the Oxygen for Women soundtrack, sure, it was because I didn’t love myself."

Well, shit. I guess I have nothing to write about it, since you said it so perfectly yourself, my dear.

No, that's a cop out. It's a tale that needs to be told.
My exact number I've actually blocked out. It's about the same. Close.

Thank you for your bravery in writing this one. If you were hoping maybe it would reach out and make anyone else feel better, mission accomplished.

*love*

chelsea girl

Dear Odd Man,

You're as welcome as you ever were. I agree that abortion sucks. Literally, figuratively, it's suckage incarnate for the woman in particular and often for the man. I don't agree, and never, ever will, that until the third trimester when there is a viable human being within the mother's womb, that it sucks for the child. It is not a child. It has the potential to be a child, but a child it is not.

That is, of course, the crux of any abortion debate, even if the debate also and simultaneously is inextricable from women's bodies--what we do with them, our rights to them and how we privilege them. I accept anyone's right to an opinion different from mine about abortion--I have several friends who are Catholic and very much against abortion--as long as that person doesn't stand in my way to make my safe and legal choice to have one.

Where I must take exception with you is your statement that I have treated sex "as a packaged commodity that you can have to enjoy privately at home, like a bottle of shampoo." I really don't think that's true--I do not write about sex in a way that treats it off-handedly, casually, or consumeristically. I write as honestly as I can about what, who, how and why I've done because I feel that sex is extraordinarily important. I feel that sex in all its ecstatic, messy, inarticulate, often painful glory defies understanding. It's my will, for one reason or another, to write about it until I can wrap my head around it, which might very well be forever.

I have never, ever, treated sex here like it wasn't always and inextricably wrapped up every moment with the great, sweet, sweaty mysteries of life. Procreation, I think, is only one of them.

I don't know what it's like to be a parent, and I may not ever find out. I know, however, that I will never regret my choice not to become a bad parent. I know too that parenthood may change your relationship to sex in many ways that I will never understand should I not become one. But I know too that it's not the only truth about sex. It's just one of many.

So is mine. Read, don't read. Agree, don't agree. But please don't accuse me of treating sex, my life, my writing, or my self as I put it out on these virtual pages as something as commodifiable, disposable, replaceable and forgettable as shampoo.

Sincerely,
cg

KtotheE


OddMan - first off, I think it's loathsome of you to bring contrary politics here after the gut-wrenching honesty of CG's posting. I respect your right to your opinions on the topic, but this isn't the place, or the time. If I were in her place I'd have deleted your comment.

All that aside, I take issue with your shampoo analogy. Of all the sex writers I read on a regular basis, no one writes about sex with a greater sense of spirituality than our CG. When I read her postings, I'm not simply reading something written to titillate, to arouse, to show off. I read the thoughts of someone for who sex is sacrament, for whom sex is a path to a higher state of being.

Yes, there's humor; yes, some of her tales have dark endings. Not all spiritual paths lead to enlightenment.

Your comment makes me wonder if in fact you've read her blog at all. I think you need to go back and really read her before you take her to task over something like that.

O

Oddman,
I'd like to add to Karl's comment one thing, if I may--though CG herself has already done a most excellent job of refuting you.
Karl says: Your comment makes me wonder if in fact you've read her blog at all.

I'd just like to point out that you yourself, OddMan, start off by saying that you read here because it's "hott", move on to claiming that CG commodifies sex (a point which demonstrates clearly that whatever you DO read of hers, you fail to comprehend it) and end with a lament about the "modern" views of sex you find here.

Shall I assume you read here to shake your head and wring your hands over the commodification of sex you--you alone--seem to find here?

Or is it the case that you are wringing something else, --like your chicken--while you read?

Because that'd explain your statements above, all of them.

It would also explain why *you* somehow can only see prurience here--because you are looking into the mirror of your own self.
The words for the day are "hypocrisy" and "projection".

That is all.

Charlie Bucket

CG.

Simply a breathtakingly profound piece of writing. Raw. And. True.

You're a amazing talent. Thank you for showing us all how to live and write honestly.

Charlie

Impish

I was wondering how long it would take for someone to post a comment that would be considered negative, and how many people would pounce on that person for having the audacity to have such an opinion.
I frankly applaud Odd Man for having the balls to speak his mind after reading all the positive and supportive comments before him. Whether you agree with him or not, that took guts. And ^5 to CG for not deleting it.
CG, I found your blog because O linked to it in one of her blogs. I continue to read because I find I very much enjoy your writing.
This particular post troubles me though. I cannot fathom casting off a life one time, let along eight. The fetal heart begins beating 18 days after conception. To argue some demarkation in gestational age as being the magic moment when a fetus becomes human is artificial. The point of viability is different for each different woman, for each pregnancy, depending on health of the child, mother and placenta, nutrition, illnesses etc. And as technology improves, viability occurs earlier in gestation than ever dreamed of.
I agree with you CG that you don't treat sex, your life, your writing or yourself as disposable, replaceable and forgettable, but it certainly appears that you have treated your children in those ways.
It's yout legal right, your choice. IMHO, a bad choice. I hope you're done having abortions. Clearly you still hurt and I'd hate to see you give yourself more reason to beat yourself with palm fronds, even during this lenten season!
I wish you well,
Impish

chelsea girl

Charlie, thank you. See you Monday!

Impish, I didn't have eight abortions. I had seven. One of my pregnancies was ectopic and it ruptured in my fallopian tube. There was no saving it even if I had wanted to, which I did not.

I also did not have children. I had fetuses.

I am not prone to repeating myself, but in case you didn't read carefully what I've said before, I'll say it again. I have absolutely no issue with people having personal opinions opposite to abortion. If you feel opposed to abortion, I suggest that you don't have one. As long as you don't stand in my way to have a safe and legal abortion, as long as you don't stand in anyone else's way to have one, we will get along just fine.

Do I suffer pain? Absolutely. But I believe my abortions are a symptom of my pain infinitely more than a cause. If you read my piece carefully and not just with the slow and creeping pro-life agenda, you'll see that I gave my personal, sexual, and emotional history about my abortions. It was not a rant; it was a narrative.

So let me reiterate one more time: Read, don't read. Agree, don't agree. It's your choice, as well as it's mine, and as long as we treat each other respectfully, I'm cool. Lent-wise, I'd rather remember Jesus by living the golden rule than beating myself with palm fronds.

Sincerely,
cg

Heidi

Chelsea Girl - You are a brave, courageous, classy and a simply stunning woman. I applaud you for taking the risk of exposing yourself and your choices in your writing and for taking the high road with those that may object or differ. I have an incredible amount of respect for you. You are an inspiration.

Best, Heidi

india

brava.

Romancing Simplicity

This is a phenomenally moving post. I'm really proud of you for having the courage to be that honest and face other individuals' opinions regarding it. Especially considering the topic. And I'm also very thankful that you were able to be so open about something so personal. Hopefully, the rest of us can learn from your example. I'm glad that your shoulders feel a little bit lighter for having told this story.

Thank you for writing about this. I'm astounded. Congratulations =)

Lucifero

Look, you know I am a very tolerant person. Probably older than most of you. Well educated, well read and travelled, well employed and an attractive man.

I only say this to inform you that my life has been the most glorious adventure anyone could ask for.

When I was a young man, the world was full of war, as it still is today.

Then, regardless of where you lived, there was some local war, but you were compelled to serve.

I will give you only this detail.

I remember clutching my abdomen, watching myself bleed to death from my asshole as I screamed for my mother. I remember the devotion of my comrades in arms as they fought to place me on the gurney that saved my life. I remember the face of the liuetenant who placed me on that gurney, who did not return. I remember the embrace and the sobs of his wife when I told her
..

That was another time, another war. Then, as now, we who bled, preserve the liberty of you who squander.

When next you murder an unborn child, have the decency to light a candle for the unknown soldier.

Our mothers did not murder us before we were born.

When we die in battle, we pay them tribute.

I ask you to light a candle for us who have returned and for those of us who have not.

The power of you who give life is sacred.

The next time you concieve, at least permit that life to die with some dignity.

- no one of significance

chelsea girl

Enough with the sermonizing.

I respect anyone's choice to not get an abortion. I might even respect a government who was actually pro-life.

And by pro-life I mean one that insured the following for each and every one of its citizens:

1) Health care for pre-natal, post-natal and non-natal women, men and children. And free or low-cost birth control methods for women and men, available over the counter, in addition to sexual education taught in high shools that does not promote abstinence over other methods.

2) A living wage or income supplement for all of its citizens.

3) Guaranteed maternity and/or paternity leave.

4) Safe, free or low-cost, and secure childcare for the children of all working parents.

5) Equal education opportunities for everyone--and that means equal funding for schools (so that, for example, schools in the South Bronx would be funded equally with those in Scarsdale).

6) The end of draconian policies such as the one instituted under Reagan wherein people convicted of drug charges cannot get federal funding for higher education.

7) Drug policies made for citizens, not corporations.

8) Ditto for environmental policies.

9) The cessation of wars entered unconstituionally, immorally and dishonestly.

10) The constitutional recognition of marriage and family as a legal entity regardless of sexual orientation.

If our country supported policies that were truly pro-life--that is believing each and every man, woman and child as equally valuable and standing behind that belief with financial and cultural support--I might change my mind about the primacy of abortion.

But until that time comes, it's just so much hypocritical hot air. Don't tell me that you're pro-life until you're ready to feed those one out of five children living in poverty. Don't tell me that you're pro-life until you're ready to actually fight to make the legal, cultural, and economic changes necessary to put your money where your mouth is.

My mother most likely would have aborted me if abortion were legal and safe in 1962. I don't think I would have blamed her.

I really resisted ranting, I really did.

But rant I have. There you go.

cg

O

Lucifero,

Why do you hate America?

KtotheE

Lucifero, fuck off. Bleeding in some faraway land does not give you the right to pass judgement on things you don't understand. I'm sorry you took a bullet in some war over nothing, but whatever cred you might have for that is gone when you say shit like this. You are an asshole.

The Girl

CG, your ten 'pro-life' points are spot on: very eloquently put.

And bravo for having the bravery to post this entry.

Solidarity across the pond,
Girl

leigh

It is, quite clearly, not ironic. It is, quite clearly, as naked as a piece of writing could be.

Yes.

I have scrolled down, not able to take in the whole discussion at once, but I will scroll back.

Thank you, Chelsea

VJ

Amazing post. I don't know exactly how to react to all of it, but an ordeal it was for you CG. How this relates at all to 'hav[ing] the decency to light a candle for the unknown soldier', is beyond me. More people have been killed needlessly almost every day this current group of cruel, ignorant ploutocrats have been in office than ever have been harmed by any acts taken or contemplated by CG. Yes, 'mistakes were made'. But not with other mother's son's bodies. The Bush crime family has been committing that sort of assult for well over a generation. Cheers & Thanks for the post, CG. 'VJ'

VJ

I missed the 'commodification of sex' gambit above by Oddman. Gee, how about the commodification of life, liberty and labor that preceded the advent of the pill by only, say 300 some odd years. Those famous 'dark satanic mills' of the early industrial revolution meant declining health for young ones as they were sent down into the mines to produce the coal & mine the ore. It meant death at an early age from lung diseases that miners still suffer from. It means death at the hands of Bush crony bureaucrats from the Mine Inspection service, who won't and don't inspect mines anymore, or file any fines for rampant miner killing violations.

It means your good job that you spent nearly a lifetime training for shipped overseas, and being outsourced. It means having cheap immigrant labor doing more and more of the manual labor that kept many fathers & families in food and a comfortable home for generations. It meant the virtual end of the family farm, save for a few statistically insignificant holdouts. It means the heavy government subsidy of corporate factory farms that cause more harm to the environment.

No, the actual commodification of sex is mostly an artifact of highly advanced civilization. It's yet to fully flower here among our benighted Puritan neighbors. The commodification of violence, we've got that in abundance. We are without a doubt the most violent advanced society on the face of this earth. That's due in part to the touching LACK of concern shown by our politicians on the living here and now, over the relatively newer concept of a potential life, a 'pure soul' the church & other theocrats can pour their hopes and dreams into. Any way you care to cut it, morality does not just have one color or cause. Neither does reason, but that's a story for another time.

Suffice to say that rulers have seen their subjects as commodities for a very long time. Sons, daughters, mothers & dads have been viewed as all but 'cannon fodder' given the right circumstances (as defined by the divinely inspired ruler) for almost as long as there has been history. Sounds familiar somehow, right? So we're a bit late on that front. Ditto for liberty and the continuing practice of slavery, which is also about the commodification of life. We've supported some of this with our tax dollars too. That's more than can be said of abortion presently.

Now that's a proper rant CG. Cheers & Good Luck, 'VJ'

Amanda

Hi CG,

I only came across your blog today and I realise that i'm a bit late to join in on the comments on this entry.

I would just like to thank you for telling this.... I was recently there holding my best friends hand while she went through her first abortion while her fiance decided it would be a better afternoon spent at the football looking the other way. Your entry has made me even more thankful i was there with her. It is something I will never forget.. seeing the one tear she shead while still being so strong to go through with it. I would just like to thank you for being so strong to share your experiances. I only hope that if I find myself in a similar situation that I have some of your strength to do what i need to do.

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