Oh yes, I want an abortion. But I don't want just any old abortion, I want one of the new fangled OKLAHOMA-style abortions. I am soooooo excited about this prospect that I wish I could've put smiley faces in the title of this blog. I have always dreamed of being in a position where DOCTORS are made to make me feel even worse about an already difficult decision; where my own personal autonomy is thrown away like so much trash; where my PERSONAL decisions about MY body are disrespected, ignored, and questioned as though I was not capable or competent enough to actually make this decision for myself. I want an OKLAHOMA-style abortion so I can be made to feel bad about myself, humiliated; I want to be brought to tears. And if I'm really lucky, and I mean that extra super duper lucky that some people feel upon winning the lottery or finding out their home won't be foreclosed upon after all, when I get this abortion, I will do so as a result of being a victim of rape or sexual trauma. Imagine the wonder and beauty of having been raped, forced to endure trauma and fear, and then, after being impregnated by some creepy creep against my will, I'll get to go into a MEDICAL office looking for help, only to be told "Yeah, sorry to hear about a creepy creep violating your body by forcing his penis...
