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My Pro-life Mother, Her Dog and their Abortion
In light of the fall of Roe V. Wade, which we can only hope is a brief tangent into fascism, I am reminded of my upbringing. My family lived in the deep South, we were raised hard-right Republicans, and my mother in particular was viciously, unyieldingly pro-life. She raised us on all the anti-choice rhetoric. Taught my brothers and I that life begins at conception and that there is no greater sin than to kill what hasn't even been born. That women who got pregnant needed to take responsibility for their actions and bear the child to term. That pregnancy was a natural part of life, and complications rare. That the very worst and most unforgivable abortions were in the third-term, which ripped apart babies that were just weeks or even days from being born.
By Rochelle Harper2 years ago in Confessions
Frankie's Song of the Week: Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter
A little something different from me while I deal with the strain of writers block. I thought I'd do a song of the week, because I have been surely annoying my neighbours and my friends with this absolute musical GEM. I am of course talking about Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter.
By Frankie Martinelli6 days ago in Beat
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