… For Choice 2009

Hi. “me” here. Plain, old, little “me”.

I hope you’re not terribly disappointed.

I hope that you weren’t expecting a rockstar or an actress or even a well-dressed politician. I hope that you weren’t looking for a doctor nor a lawyer nor a chemical engineer.

A stay-at-home mom, an astronaut, a candlestick maker.

Yesterday,  that was me. Tomorrow, that may be me yet again. But today, I’m just “me”.

me standing here in this line next to you, somewhere amongst this crowd of  other “me”s and other  “you”s.

We should be friends, you know. Line mates of a sort.

Even if you are a “you”.

And I am just a  “me”.

It seems as if this wait could be a long one… Perhaps We have time for a story or two. I’d like to tell you mine; and I’d really like to hear yours, if you’d like to share it. There are so many in line before us- we’ll be here for a bit, I think. So let’s agree to not leave anything out. Especially the important stuff.

I will cry when you tell me about your grandmother’s cancer.

You will blush when I talk of first loves.

I will question your motives when you talk of that one particular incident.

You will question my sanity, period.

And, finally, when the telling is  done and the wait over, We will lace up our shoes once more and make way for the next “me” and the next “you”.

They’ve been waiting for quite some time, after all.


Today is the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. A *ahem*  few years ago, this day would have found me staffing a table set-up smack dab in the middle of campus, handing out ziplocs filled with free condoms and educational pamphlets . Today finds me here…

Blogging for Choice.

Bloggers participating in this event have been asked to answer the following question: What is your top pro-choice hope for President Obama and/or the new Congress? And my answer is quite simple really…

I hope that you won’t forget about me. That you won’t forget that I have a story. A story full of tears, and smiles, and laughter, hopes, and dreams, and hardships. A story made all the more difficult simply because of my place in line.

You see, from where I’m standing, my choices have become pretty bleak. After all, I’ve been denied any sort of fact-based sex education. I’ve been turned away from pharmacy counter after pharmacy counter. I’ve been shushed and booed and assaulted. Hell, someone threw holy water on me once.

Yes, abortion is still legal. And, thankfully, we finally have a government who will strive to keep it that way. But my  right to choose shouldn’t have to begin and end with my right to a safe and legal abortion. The fight for choice should not and can not begin and end there.

My right to choose should begin with me having access  to all of  the tools necessary in order to actually have a choice at all.

I need to be educated. I need dependable healthcare.  I need support and understanding.  I need a government that is willing and determined to give me these things.  A government willing to fight for these things.

I need the “you” and “me” to become the “We”.

Bloggers participating in this event have been asked to answer the following question: What is your top pro-choice hope for President Obama and/or the new Congress? And my answer is quite simple really…

I hope that you won’t forget about “me”.

I’ve been waiting for quite some time, after all.

January 22, 2009
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