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P33ish055: Abortion Will Always Be An Uncomfortable Subject But...

Picture me hanging my hypocrite hat at the door.

I left this comment on one of them twitter "unpopular opinion" threads about abortion and someone came at me with a "so we should go killing them babies cos people are hypocrites?" Lol, gotta love righteous people. Another person of course thinks church folks don't mind you showing up with a baby minus a husband (but she lives in America 😂). And another person thinks abortion is only okay if it is the result of sexual abuse; and this is where I got fucked with. I mean, is there like a different department in hell for...tsk, nvm.

Right off the bat, though: I am a church girl, so I do believe that pre-marital sex is a sin; abortion too; busy-bodying also; same with sitting in judgement of others and tearing them down; there's also abandoning your child; sowing discord among brethren too; stealing, of course; killing--in whatever wise too. And every other one the bible talks about, including wishing what your neighbor has was yours, hehe. I also believe that if, like the Muslims like to say, we die with any of these on our hands--unconfessed, unrepented of--then it's straight to...yeah, Jahannam (or hell; I just like the Arabic better 😁). I should also probably state here that being a church girl and a woman who prefers the freedom of my thinking (and likes one-partner induced orgasms) comes with a lot of cognitive dissonance for me. Some of them might make a cameo in this article, but I share them fully certain that I will not lose my salvation card, whatever your offences, so there; yeah, I have a scripture for that too. 😇

Figured I'd get all that out of the way before anything else. Because at the end of the day, I think we all just pick our sin; and whichever one makes us gag just has to be the greater one so, Crucify her!! And I think that makes for a lot of fuckedupness. Because the bible, like it or nah, makes no provision for nobody's moral ish; ergo, pecado es pecado: sin is sin.

You know, when people come off prophesying about how someone else would roast in hell for something they do differently (i.e. sin) it just makes me conclude that there are some of us in the household of faith who would have loved to have made the rules; I mean, God forbid that abortion Abby shares the same eternal oven with the local church's judge Judy. But the fact remains that we didn't: make the rules. And we can't. Ever. We can't change them either, whatever breaks our moral compasses.

It is my opinion that the average human basically just has certain sins that they feel more comfortable with; pfft, because of course condemning a person's whole existence until get so depressed they just pack up and check out sounds better than outright throwing them in front of a speeding train. But then you gotta love the bible: because same rules apply; meaning that they are both sin, inspired by the same spirit, with equal chances of hell or forgiveness. Kinda like that detective in When They See Us caring only about making the crime stick and giving no damn about them babies she was sending to the gallows, or Dicknald Trump calling for the death penalty on them kids, facts be damned, and the actual offender who didn't come forward until the boys done served time: all are roasting in the same hell; I really don't wish for repentance for any of them tools, they ought to fry. But that's not where this article is going: the film, I mean.

Point is, whatever your sin threshold is, you just gotta deal with the fact that there is no greater sin--there's only that which makes yours feel like the lesser of two evils. And I love not how church folks get with abortion, like it is The sin; like there aren't worse things: like (in my opinion) having a baby and callously dumping it in front of an underfunded understaffed orphanage. And it's not even about my-body-my-choice for me, because I figure that's what contraceptives are for; it's just how folks would guilt trip a person about choices they felt they had to make, but not treat them any different or any better if they didn't make that choice in the first place. Which also makes me conclude that folks just prefer to not see your "sin," you may come for confessions as often as you want though.

I got into this conversation the other day with someone and it would have turned into a verbal brawl if I was a lesser lady, lol. And of course, while I would not hold the hatchet over anyone for what they feel they gotta do, I ain't gon act like the average local church's Good Women fellowship (aka bible-bangers, aka fault-finders, aka we-do-not-dedicate-single-parent-babies) is a single mom's best friend either. And I one hundred percent think that aborting it is better than having it and constantly wishing you hadn't--and then deciding to act as though you hadn't. I think that if you have done all you can to prevent a pregnancy that you're not ready for and a swimmer gets logged anyway, I think that you should do what you need to do if (you are certain that) nobody wants it and you're sure you would not be able to give it the love and attention it requires. I think it makes life easier for all involved in the long run. And I very firmly believe that there is nothing poetic or artistic about abandoned children. Anywhere.

So if the choice is between aborting or having then abandoning it; then I vote the lesser of two evils. Bite me.


  1. I've always been pro-choice because it makes no sense, the world has enough of abandoned babies, why add to it? And if we are keeping it a hundred, condoms, pills, swallow are all abortion methods, so who are we deceiving?

    1. Wait, clearance first: which one is swallow?? I'm howling! If it's what I'm thinking, though, then no; it is not an abortion method, it's skin care...ish. Ask your pharmacist. LMfrigginAO! But teeth in, though, I could agree with you on the hundred; I do believe there are churches among us, too, where contraceptives are considered a sin. A mess, the lot of it. Tsk. People just honestly need to face their own face and quit keeping other people's scores, that's what.


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