We Don’t Regulate The Bodies Of Men Like We Do Women
He also didn’t have to sit in the clinic’s recovery room, surrounded by a few other women. One looked to be no older than 13 and kept throwing up. One was around my age. One was about 17. No one spoke. He didn’t have to silently ride back to San Francisco in the car with me. It was Halloween night in the Castro, and the parade livened up the streets around us as we drove to my sister’s apartment in Noe Valley. He didn’t have to stare at the costumes and come to hate the holiday. He didn’t have to bleed. He didn’t have to wonder if he’d ever be able to have a child again. He didn’t have to do any of it. The only thing he had to do was come inside of me and reprimand me for considering an abortion. Then disappear.
It’s heavy to be a woman. The world is heavy. All the things we have to do are so damn heavy.
Women get pregnant and they’re told they should’ve been on better birth control. Or they should’ve been sure the man was wearing a condom. Or they should’ve never “opened their legs” to begin with. All of the responsibility of the choices that come with having a sexual experience are placed on our shoulders — until we get pregnant. Then magically — we should have no say at all.
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