A few weeks ago I shared a friends thoughts on everything happening with women’s rights. Now it’s time for mine. A letter to the people with a ‘Vote Yes’ sign in your yard: I don’t know who you are. You are a complete stranger to me. I don’t know your names or how old you are. I don’t know where you are from or what you do for a living. I don’t know your kid’s names…or if you even have kids. I don’t know what you do for fun, what your favorite color is, or your favorite food. I know NOTHING about you. And do you know what? You know…
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The Day I Woke Up With More Rights Than I Went to Bed With.
Currently, while I can’t be forced (alive or dead) to donate my liver, or blood, or marrow, my womb is public domain.