WHOA two posts in a day!
so i stumbled on this website and as i'm reading, what's really grinding me is that there's not somewhere for fucking anti-choicers (that bitch, who does she think she is?) like me to say "HEY, i truly feel in my heart of hearts that abortion is wrong but DOUCHEBAGS, WE'RE NOT ALL SCREAMING IN YOUR FACE IN FRONT OF PLANNED PARENTHOOD, SO WHY DON'T YOU LET ME LIVE MY ANTI-CHOICE LIFE WHILE I LET YOU LIVE YOUR ANTI-LIFE LIFE?" ::eyeroll:: stop perpetuating the hostility, lady, really.
oh, also? brenda and richard brochon are my real parents. amy shannon gave birth to me. as far as she was concerned, brenda and richard brochon were my real parents, but that never stopped her from wanting to know me (or me from wanting to know her). so fuck you, lady, there's something to be said when all logic is removed from a situation and all you're moving forward with is mutual respect and love for all parties involved. (that's called FEELING. you know, HAVING EMOTION. do it. make decisions based only upon it sometimes. it's nice.) and our stupid, meaningless, oprah-like tear-filled joyous reunion changed my fucking life. my sister is my sister, my brothers are my brothers and my extended family is my extended family. and whatever, i'm going to say it - the kind of love that i feel for everyone and the kind of love they feel back for me, the kind nobody can describe but one that we've never felt before or since, that awesome feeling wouldn't exist if amy shannon had prevented me from living.
for me, choosing life was never political or religious. it was and always will be one hundred percent emotional, and no amount of not-sorry women are going to make me believe that aborting a fetus is an okay thing to do - which is also something i've said to the many women in my life who have terminated their pregnancies. i (and many like me) do not judge but do not like the idea that abortions are legally performed, so leave me with my opinion and have some respect for it. otherwise i will shit on yours like you shit on mine.
dumb, judgemental, intolerant fuckers. EVERYONE JUST COEXIST.
oh, also? brenda and richard brochon are my real parents. amy shannon gave birth to me. as far as she was concerned, brenda and richard brochon were my real parents, but that never stopped her from wanting to know me (or me from wanting to know her). so fuck you, lady, there's something to be said when all logic is removed from a situation and all you're moving forward with is mutual respect and love for all parties involved. (that's called FEELING. you know, HAVING EMOTION. do it. make decisions based only upon it sometimes. it's nice.) and our stupid, meaningless, oprah-like tear-filled joyous reunion changed my fucking life. my sister is my sister, my brothers are my brothers and my extended family is my extended family. and whatever, i'm going to say it - the kind of love that i feel for everyone and the kind of love they feel back for me, the kind nobody can describe but one that we've never felt before or since, that awesome feeling wouldn't exist if amy shannon had prevented me from living.
for me, choosing life was never political or religious. it was and always will be one hundred percent emotional, and no amount of not-sorry women are going to make me believe that aborting a fetus is an okay thing to do - which is also something i've said to the many women in my life who have terminated their pregnancies. i (and many like me) do not judge but do not like the idea that abortions are legally performed, so leave me with my opinion and have some respect for it. otherwise i will shit on yours like you shit on mine.
dumb, judgemental, intolerant fuckers. EVERYONE JUST COEXIST.