abortions

I was fifteen the first time it happened. My boyfriend declared mid-coitus (while listening to The Misfits) that he wanted me to have his baby. Being the dumb and fearful teenager I was, I let him impregnate me. My mother discovered I might be knocked up when the smell of pickles and ketchup instantaneously made me hurl. At the time, I wanted to keep the thing growing inside of me. I cried and cried and begged my parents to let me play house (trailer) with my prison-bound boyfriend, but they insisted it would ruin my life. After a couple of days of talking things over with my boyfriend (who was on his way to juvi for robbing a post office), an abortion seemed like the most sensible thing to do.  Five years later, I found myself in another biological predicament. I was living in Brooklyn with a different boyfriend and five friends in a crooked railroad apartment across from a gas station and a rat nest. We were all young, poor and trying to "make it" in various ways. At the time I was convinced I never wanted children and that art would be my child. Despite the birth control pills I took every morning, I missed my period. A day later, I hopped on the subway and headed to Planned Parenthood in Harlem. 

In NYC, a few weeks after 9-11 and four years after the last time my uterus decided not to shed its lining, it happened again. I was dating someone I really liked, but couldn't imagine bringing a child into the violence of the world. 

I don't generally admit to having three abortions, but I'm not ashamed of having them and am grateful that I was able to choose whether or not I was ready to take on the biggest responsibility in a mammal's life... having a kid. 

Planned Parenthood has been a safe haven for young and old folks whom have found themselves in similar situations. Right now, Planned Parenthood is facing massive funding cuts thanks to our conservative congress members.

If you happen to be one of those disturbed individuals who take pleasure in seeing women having babies who can barely take care of themselves as well as the rampant spreading of AIDS and other diseases, DO NOT sign THIS OPEN LETTER TO CONGRESS and please... let some light into your cloudy brains. 

wednesday tunes

A musical mix for Wednesday humping: Oun Rom Leg Muy - Sin Sisamouth

The Hollies - Jennifer Eccles 

Gigi Gaston - Je Suis Perdue 

Book of Love - Lost in Your Eyes

Lovers - Boxer

Barry Brown - Rich Man Poor Man

Shajarian - Faryad

Laurie Anderson - Walk the Dog

Phosphorescent - Wolves

seen dead

Found - situations where the dead have been seen: I'm in Moscow with my mom staying at my mom's friend's house for 5 days. Today we were on our way to the mall and behind an ice cream stand there was a dead person(I can't say which gender, since I saw from the car, most likely a man) half covered with a plastic black bag. There was police tape and police and ambulances on the scene. When I saw the body, I got the chills. It wasn't as bad at first, but it's getting worse. 

I was walking to lunch from my office. I stopped at the light on the corner of Dearborn and Randolph and noticed a small crowd accruing near the alley across the street from the Goodman. Curious as I am, I walked over to check out the fuss. Low and behold a strewn body in the middle of the alley, clearly deceased. There was a sheet over the upper body but I could still see the legs. Weird.

I am a doctor ,often see dead body in hospital! you can imagin that he or she has gone to the heaven!

My 9 yr old son and 7 yr old daughter found the neighbor's dead body in his home. The door was unlocked and they walked in after knocking on the door with no response. When the kids came running to me crying I couldn't understand what they were saying, so I went in, and sure enough, he was in there. The body was decomposing and unrecognizable, he had been dead at least 5 days. I knew something was wrong the second I walked through the door and smelled it. He was a single man in his late forties, and I believe he has a drug habit. 

I was designated to poke my dead uncle to make sure he was dead.

So I'm driving to work on the freeway, I look across to the other side of the road when a gap in the trees appears and there's a van facing the wrong way, with police and ambo cars all stopped and traffic is stopped. I could see straight through the damaged van, to see the driver slumped in his seat. Being as there was only a little bit of damage to the van I'd say he must have lost it in the wet weather, hit something and spun out. There was no blood so I'm guessing he copped a heavy hit to the head. It's a bit unnerving, although I know I'm not the first person on this site to experience death but the moment I saw the poor guy I knew he was dead and it really hit me. The poor bloke was probably doing nothing wrong and probably made an unfortunate decision in wet weather which cost him his life. My condolences to anyone here who has ever lost a loved one - be it in a car accident or anything else. 

I was a Galveston today at the beach and apparently a man shot himself...