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oxymoronicromantic · 7 years

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I’ve got a lot of ranting about pro-life march, women’s march, stuff, feminism, and how, in general, life sucks, it’s probably not going to be well worded at all... honestly, if such things just drag you down in the midst of this incredibly shitty week- don’t read. I don’t blame you.

Lately, I’ve felt incredibly displaced. I’ve been apart from my husband just over a month now. I’m struggling to get back into a productive, healthy routine at home. Even feeding myself lately has been difficult (made no easier by going through a solid 10 days of mouth pain that made most things harder than crustless bread simply awful) As most people are, unfortunately aware of, last week a badly wigged, ill-made up man- who despite being a billionaire of excellent taste, (believe me, he knows what looks good, have you seen his daughter- cannot afford a decent tailor... was sworn into office. Like many people, I was dismayed. Like many people, I was proud that so many women came together the day after his inauguration, and protested the trumpnugget. Protested that blatant misogyny is not enough to keep someone out of the highest office in the land. Protested for the rights of women, children, for education, for disabled persons, for immigrants. I’m damn proud of most everyone that marched. I wish I had a cunning pink hat with cat ears. I wish I could have gotten myself to a march. But at the same time, I kept seeing things that saddened me. An outright hostility to people of faith- my faith. Mockeries of religious symbols. Declarations that if someone agrees with everything else, but doesn’t hold abortion as a sacred right, then their support is worthless. So. Ok. I’m a feminist, but I’m not welcome there. Then today, the other side. Today was the March for Life. I am proud of pepople fightig for the rights of the smallest and most vulnerable. I am behind every slogan that shares that the pro-life message is more than just abortion- but needs to embrace so many other issues, so that the “crisis” in “crisis pregnancy” is no more. But then, the same march was used as a gleeful platform to say how. fucking. prolife. the Trump administration is. That if you can’t say that Trump is great president, then you are no true pro-lifer. That God has blessed us with this president. and honestly, those women’s march people need to stop bitching because they are already equal, and besides, people CHOOSE to have sex, they don’t need help if a baby happens. But that baby BETTER be born. This the day after the fucking list of crimes committed by “aliens” being proposed. Not illegal aliens. Not Roswell aliens. Just...aliens. Because the public good. Because this shit is not easily accessible through other routes. Nope. We get a fucking weekly scapegoat list. And the lack of “illegal” in there is highly suspicious. So. I’m no true pro-lifer because I don’t embrace our dear leader’s “conservative” republican party. I’m a feminist, but I’m pro-life. I’m pro-life, but I’m a feminist. I care deeply for my country, I am proud of the men and women who serve it- but I am suspicious as fuck of our new leader and police departments who investigate themselves. I don’t belong here or there. Posting MFL stuff brings pain and fear to a friend who had had a false positive in the midst of an abusive relationship- with a family that would have judged the fuck out of her, and took solace in the knowledge that she had an out. Women want an abortion like an animal in a trap want to gnaw their own fucking legs off. ...I’ve taken plan B a couple of times myself. I know that’s not quite the same thing...but I’ve had a taste of that fear. I can’t fucking judge that. I won’t. But, damn it, I can’t sit easy with abortion. I can not. Because human fucking rights. Which should be relevant at any stage of development. Regardless of ability, age, or “worth”. I’m just a stay at home mom. I hardly can take care of myself and my family- much less know to help remove crisis from pregnancy. Hell. Even now, in my efforts to try to do The Right Fucking Thing, and help a young mom to her prenatal appointments and stuff, because she doesn’t have a car, or a lot of friends...I’m fucking failing that. Because, truth be told, I can barely stand to be around her. I just don’t like her personality. And she keeps making comments...oh. boy. Have you ever seen lists on the internet, like “Things To NEVER Say To Your Friend Struggling With Infertility”? “Oh, be glad you don’t have to deal with x,y, and z of babies/pregnancy...” “Don’t worry- I *know* it’s going to work out.” “But you get to try! that’s FUN!” “LOL, I’d be a surrogate for you!” “Just relax!!” “Oh! Do you want to be in the delivery room while I give birth??” ..pretty much every time I’ve seen her. Which then has me questioning- what’s the line? I want to help her, but damn it, I do not like being figuratively punched in my empty uncooperative uterus every fucking time I see her. I want to demonstrate what a pro-life catholic looks like IRL, with actual, tangible help. I want to be able to love people and help them. You know. Like Christ would. But I suck at it.

#pro-life #feminism #how to be a good disciple??#no really how because I do NOT nkow #Mimi whines about life #I am a really shitty christian sometimes #idk what I'm doing

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