ur twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colors. i like soup. i want to take a nap
I just don’t think babies should occur unless the person undergoing pregnancy is okay with their body being used to produce another human being? I think that is a fairly basic standard of consent
What happens to the baby if they don’t consent?
Well in that case the embryo or fetus is removed from the body of the person who doesn’t want to be pregnant. on account of pregnant people are still human beings and still have basic autonym & bodily rights
I’m gonna back away slowly because I wrote this while watching a livestream past midnight and running on 2 hours of sleep and what I was trying to say is “what happens if the baby doesn’t consent to being born” and I see that’s not how it was read. And as someone who is Pro-choice I can see why this was upsetting.
ok then it that case it’s hilarious and the baby reserves the right to be yeeted back into the void if they so choose!
if you ever feel like you’re getting too obsessive about something just remember that my romantic lit prof had a colleague who mapped out three years of lord byron’s sex life using only his laundry receipts
Is it bad that my first response was “…Did he write a paper?! I want to read it!!!”
When a drunk girl outside a club bathroom speaks… you listen. If she tells you that you’ll find love despite being hurt in the past? She’s right. If she tells you to stop being so self-aware? She’s right. They are the modern day Oracles at Delphi and must be taken at their every word
outside after a lesbian concert (King Princess), i asked a girl dressed as jesus if she forgave me. a drunk girl ran up and slurred “i don’t mean to interrupt, but you don’t need to be forgiven. you don’t need to be forgiven.”