My sex life has become a topic of interest among the righteous and faithful. I wish this newfound fascination was inspired by something more erotic than pregnancy, but I suppose that’s as erotic as it gets with this crowd.
Apparently, some believe that women must accept the burden of motherhood every time they have sex. It might surprise you to learn that many people have no intention of procreating when they sleep together. I for one do not believe that sex is a contract for pregnancy.
Many of the messages I’ve received illustrate the resounding assumption that I’m pregnant because I was irresponsible and had unprotected sex. This is not true, but does this really matter? Perhaps it’s easier to demonize a pregnant woman seeking abortion rather than consider that she’s someone like you.
What I hadn’t quite realized until now is how much attention is focused on the exact manner in which a child is conceived. Total strangers have asked me to explain, or presumed details about the person I’ve been sleeping with, whether I take birth control, the kind of sex we had, the general level of promiscuity in my life, and the amount of times I’ve “thrown babies in the trash after a wild orgy.” Apparently, to those who oppose abortion, the value of a potential life is directly related to how it was conceived.
Interestingly, my male counterpart shared news about our abortion on his social media accounts and has yet to receive a single criticism. Additionally, not one of his friends or family members assumed for a moment that he might keep the child when he announced my pregnancy. Nobody has asked him if he wore a condom, or if he’s thought about adoption. As far as I know, nobody is praying for him tonight.
I am repulsed that the most intimate details of a woman’s life are co-opted and broadcast in order to shame, humiliate, and guilt her in the name of a “innocent child’s life.”
Forced motherhood, deprived of its humanity. A jury’s verdict.