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"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear.
By The Curious Savage (John Patrick)
This work means a lot to me. Years back when I first read the title of it I wondered how the artist could imagine “perfect lovers” as being two persons who are perfectly in sync with one another all the time. No lovers are. Then I read more into it and found out the story, and since then Perfect Lovers has been one of my most favorite works of art of all time.
The artist made Perfect Lovers subsequent to the death of his partner, Ross, who battled AIDS throughout their almost ten-year relationship.
The two identical battery-operated clocks were synchronized and set side by side in the gallery. In the course of the exhibit, the clocks inevitably fell out of sync. The batteries of one of the clocks expired while the other ticked on. The clocks being identical in shape is a subtle allusion to homosexuality.
Oh my god this is amazing. Thanks for sharing, Alec.