I just sat here 5 min deciding what to open with, because I was taught in school that a good writer needs to have a good opening.  For this post there isn’t one, so I will just dive in.

A person I have known for most of my life told me today that I don’t deserve the air that I breathe, much less the right to live.
This was in response to a post I made on a site.  I reposted a story about a woman who last week was denied emergency contraception.  You might want to read the story before reading the rest of the post so you have an understanding of the situation.  You can find it here.

I wish I could change the way I am.  I wish I could be happy with interior design or architect, but I can’t.  I don’t have a choice in what I will do the rest of my life.  You may think that sounds strange, but the only way I can describe it is a calling.  It is very similar to what super religious people have.  I just don’t have a choice.

I will spend the rest of my life working towards a society where only people who want to get pregnant have children.  I will spend the rest of my life banging my head against a wall of religious morals and beating myself with the Bible belt.  I will spend the rest of my life talking to as many people as I can and teaching them about their bodies and how to control them.  I will spend the rest of my life making posts like this every time my non-choice career causes me to loose a person I called friend.

I CANNOT IGNORE THIS CALLING AND IT CAUSES ME SO MUCH HURT AND PAIN!

but I

don’t

have

a

choice