i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there is a 900% chance i’ll cry
Actually, I don’t think it’s naive to expect people to wait to have sex until they are ready for children. Why? Because I’m doing that myself. Is it extremely difficult? Yes. It is the most challenging thing I have ever done. But it is absolutely possible. And guess what, it is 100% effective!
You see, contraception, just like abortion, is a symptom of an underlying problem. That problem is this: People think they are entitled to sex. Sex that is not “tied down” to children, or to an openness to children, or to a monogamous relationship, or even to love.
Women think that they need contraception in order to be “liberated,” when in reality they are enslaving themselves. Slaves to their desires, slaves to the desires of men who don’t care about them, slaves to the pill itself. Why do we need to be fixed in the first place? Is there something wrong with my body when it is fertile? Why am I not truly “free” until I cannot conceive? What kind of backwards logic is this?? I am a fertile woman. There is nothing wrong with me. Even if I get married someday, I will never use contraception. (gasp!) I am healthy and perfect the way that I am. I won’t pump dangerous chemicals through my veins in order to stop my body from functioning properly.
So no, I don’t support increased access to contraception, because I think a contraceptive mentality is destructive and demeaning human dignity.
— Andy Dwyer (also me in any given situation)
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L has been fighting with me on everything today, and it’s been ridiculous. She’s not verbally mouthing off or anything, she’s just being incredibly defiant and not wanting to do anything I ask of her (pick up her toys, be nice to the dogs, etc.). I gave her one last chance to pick up her toys and I caught her colouring, so our fun activity outside of the house is being taken away. ugh.
i feel like i am constantly doing homework and getting fucking NOWHERE with my education
like jesus christ i want to be a competent social worker but how is it possible when i have 200+ pages of reading due twice a week and i don’t have time to absorb the information because i’m trying to get my assignments done?
how my heart wishes this wasn’t blurry; but in a sense, it’s perfect. it’s us. i miss this girl so incredibly much. it’s approaching the 1 year mark of when she earned her wings and my heart is heavy; so, so heavy. missing you, natalie. always.
breathe it all in, love it all out.