#right to abortion

[suuniva]

POSTING THIS AGAIN!!!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE CAREFUL OUT THERE!!!

[socialist-microwave-laser]

wow i just saw some fuckshit on my dash and had to unfollow some people... anyway hi fellow cripples, sickies, and general corporeal beings, i'd like to tell you about this lovely thing called the four thieves vinegar collective. this is its plain website, there are also multiple backups (including on tor), all with the same info

what is that info exactly?

well currently the website includes instructions on how to make:

your own tools needed to mix chemicals and make medications

epipens

defibrillators

on-hand o2

misoprotisol-infused cards that can be shipped through the mail that will help induce an abortion

solution to repair cavities

stickers

crochet plague doctors

tshirts, sweatshirts, mugs, patches, and more!

a representative has said people working with the collective are currently trying to figure out how to easily, safely, and reliably synthesize your own hrt, as well as a way to do the miso cards with mifepristone

do you or a loved one have privileged information regarding drug manufacturing, or have an especially easy time getting ahold of medication others may not be able to, and have the urge to share those resources with your fellow humans? this website also has information on how you can contact them, using methods with a wide range of security options

empower yourselves, empower your communities, and take care of each other

[gaygayhomesexualgay]

abortion is healthcare

[courtforshort15]

A Discussion of Choices

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Summary: you're not quite sure what to do about this new development, but Matt will be there, regardless of the choice

Trigger warning: conversation about abortion

Masterlist

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Inspired by the overturning of Roe v Wade

Matt would 100000% support a person's right to choose and to make their own decisions regarding their own healthcare.

Maybe he'd feel a certain way about abortion, have his own personal beliefs regarding the topic, but ultimately I think he'd support a pregnant individual making the right choice for themselves.

Sorry about any typos, literally wrote this on my phone.

You weren't sure when you started crying.

At first, you had been too shocked to feel much of anything, really. Just absolutely numb to everything around you as the two pink lines grew bolder on the stick laid out on your bathroom counter. The timer hadn't even finished ticking down before the results were splayed out in front of you, your future staring you in the face.

Pregnant.

The word bounced across every corner, ledge, and crevice in your brain, speeding up and growing in noise with every pass.

It wasn't long before the breath in your chest struggled to get out, the panic ensnaring your body so completely that breathing was now out of the question. Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, the thump-thump roaring so harshly in your ears that you vaguely wondered how Matt could ever stand hearing multiple heartbeats at once.

Matt.

The thought of him caused your body to jolt, the full body twitch imploring you to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub. You forcibly pushed down the bile rising from your stomach, rejecting the idea of losing the contents of your stomach to the toilet for the third time today.

Stumbling, you took the three steps to the bathtub, vision already swimming. Once sat, you buried your head in your hands, a wave of hot, downright miserable tears immediately rushing down your face as you hiccupped.

At first you tried to muffle the cries, biting your lip so hard it bled, but thirty seconds in and sobs wrenched themselves so brutally past your lips that silence wasn't even close to a possibility.

Under any other circumstance, you might have been embarrassed at how suddenly your face had turned a horrid mess of smeared mascara and blotchy skin. You allowed yourself a pass, just this once, as the word pregnant continued to torment your terrified mind.

This

This wasn't

This wasn't how this was supposed to happen.

The world sped back up around you as you cried, body curling in on itself as best as it could from where you sat.

You knew it wasn't the end of the world. You knew that. But it didn't stop you from feeling this heavy weight suddenly being shoved on to your shoulders, one you had always known was a possibility, but had actively chosen to ignore, relying on the pill and condoms to keep you protected from an unwanted pregnancy.

You didn't want kids. Or at least, you didn't want them right now. And Matt....well, you didn't know what he wanted.

You sobbed harder as ideas and thoughts and emotions ran through your head, unable to organize and form a coherent sentence, as if your own mind was on strike against you. You frantically sifted through all the different pieces of information you now needed to consider, trying to gain some sort of an upperhand on a situation that was very rapidly spiraling out of control.

What health insurance did you have? Where was their plan information? Was abortion covered?

Did you have enough money to pay for it?

Where did you need to set up an appointment? Was this something your normal doctor could help you with, or did you need to go somewhere else?

What was your current PTO balance? Did you have enough time off saved for the appointment?

How far along were you? Would it even be considered legal at this point?

What was Matt going to think?

You hated to admit it to yourself, but you couldn't decide if his feelings on the matter were the most important part of the equation, or the least.

You hadn't discussed your thoughts and needs and wishes on the matter. Five months had seemed too soon for such a topic, the two of you just enjoying your time together and seeing what could come of it, but children hadn't yet come up. Maybe it should have.

Your phone rang.

Startled, you reached over to grab it off of the counter, flinching when you saw his name flashing across the screen, as if he had known you were thinking of him. You toyed with the idea of rejecting the call, but grimaced when you realized he'd already called twice and you had failed to notice it. Your beautiful, passionate, stubborn boyfriend was your first thought in the morning and the last one at night, and suddenly he was the last person you wanted to talk to at the moment.

You knew he'd pick up on the fact that was something was wrong, and while you usually loved how perceptive he was and how he always knew what you needed before you did, right now you hated it. And even while you hated it, you were loathe to reject him, to deny him.

You often tried to tell yourself that you weren't as far gone on him as you were, but you failed. Repeatedly. Flat out crashed and burned every time.

Taking a deep breath, you accepted the call and put all of your effort into trying to sound as normal as possible, if only to avoid Matt Murdock's voice of concern that you often found yourself on the receiving end of. You knew he'd had a long day at the courthouse, and he deserved a night of peace, or at least a few hours of peace before throwing himself into the underworld that was Hell's Kitchen after dusk.

Luckily it was only 7pm and in the middle of summer, so he had a few hours left before the neighborhood's criminals truly came out to play.

"Hey, Matt."

"Hey, sweetheart," his voice floated up from the phone in your hand. "What are you up to?"

"Uh," you froze, trying to think up an excuse that didn't include sobbing in your bathroom. You ran a clumsy hand through your hair, ignoring the pain as it forced its way through the tangles that seemed ever-present on your head. "Just finished eating dinner."

"Oh, perfect," you could practically hear him grin. "We were just gonna hop over to Josie's for a few beers. You want to come join us?"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Under any other circumstances, you would have loved to go hang out with your boyfriend and his friends. "I'm not...I'm not feeling super great. I'm just gonna go to bed."

Matt was quiet for a second, and you cringed. You almost always accepted their invitations. To decline now would send him a signal that something was very much off, and before he even spoke, you knew what he was going to suggest. "Are you ok? Look, I'll just head your way instead. I was with Foggy and Karen all day, I can hang out with them another time."

"No!" You choked out. "No, I'm fine, really. I just need to sleep it off."

He was quiet again, and when we spoke, his voice was a little more firm. "I'll be there in ten minutes. Can I bring you anything from the store?"

Fuck.

"No. I'm ok, I don't need anything. I'll leave the door unlocked, you can just come straight in." It was pointless arguing with the man once he had his mind set on something.

Thirteen minutes later you had managed to change into pajamas and were curled up on the couch, waiting on the man who had so abruptly changed your life, even before this unexpected equation was thrown into the mix. If you hadn't been nauseous earlier, you certainly were now.

There was a gentle knock on your front door before it opened, revealing the Concerned Face of Matt Murdock (TM) as he pushed his way into your apartment. His cane was folded up and placed on to the table you had next to the front door, and he took his red glasses off as he shut the door behind him. His unfocused eyes were aimed in your direction, a soft smile on his face.

He couldn't see you, but he saw you, in more ways than you had ever imagined a partner would be able to, would want to.

He had a grocery bag in his hand and you could spot the bright yellow color of your favorite flavor of Gatorade peaking out. For a man with so little concern for his own wellbeing, he sure had every little piece of information stored in his head regarding the things that you found comfort in when you weren't feeling well. If you hadn't been so nervous, you would have basked in how sweet the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was with you while simultaneously spending so much time bloodying his fists night after night.

"How are you feeling?" Matt asked as he made his way over to your couch. He got down on his knees in front of where you were laying, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. His calloused hand found itself on your cheek as he pushed hair behind your ear. "You don't feel warm."

"I'm fine," you told him tiredly. "Just an awful headache." It technically wasn't a lie at that point. Dehydration had set in as a result of your crying episode earlier, and now your head was downright throbbing.

He hmmmd quietly in reply, his fingers toying with the lobe of your ear. "Did you take a Tylenol? I bought you some, wasn't sure if you had picked up another bottle after I depleted your stash."

You smirked slightly. "I'm surprised you don't have liver damage with how much Tylenol you take on a daily basis."

"Shh," he hushed you in good humor. "I'm trying to be a supportive boyfriend here. Don't call me out like that."

"A real supportive boyfriend would let me do what I needed to help numb my pain."

He grinned. "I draw the line at being insulted while trying to take care of you. My ego is fragile and it deserves the same care and affection I am giving you."

You rolled your eyes fondly. "Maybe you shouldn't be such a baby."

The word slipped out so suddenly that you couldn't stop your body from having the reaction it did.

Baby.

Terror.

Anxiety.

Utter panic.

The reaction was so intense that it instantly (and unexpectedly) put Matt on edge. He froze, his focus on you sharpening, and God, you could practically see the hair on his skin rising.

"What is it?" He all but demanded. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you choked out, chest still tight. "It's nothing." You halfheartedly tried to push him away as he crowded further into your space.

"I've never felt you react like that," he stated fiecerly. "That wasn't nothing."

"Matt-"

He pretty much growled out your name, effectively cutting you off. "Your heart is pounding, I can feel you struggling to breathe. Tell me what that was."

"Alright, alright," you forced out, trying to rotate on to your back, but his sudden hand on your shoulder stopped you.

Sighing, steeling yourself against the possible fall out of this revelation, you mummbled, "I'm pregnant."

Matt froze, unseeing eyes widening. His posture was still stiff, but you seemed to have knocked him off his feet, so to speak. He cleared his throat loudly. "What?"

"You heard me, Matt," you whispered, sitting up slowly, grateful when he finally let you move as he swayed slightly on his knees. "Pregnant."

Matt licked his lips, as he often did when he was nervous. "You're...you're sure?"

"Yup. Took the test three times. To be honest, I'm surprised you can't hear a heartbeat. Must not be that far along," you said faintly, playing with the hem on your sleep shorts. With every breath he didn't say something, your panic grew, until he placed a gentle, yet shaking hand over yours and rose up from his spot on the floor to sit beside you on the couch.

"And...how are you feeling about it?" He asked cautiously. You laughed, trying not to sound bitter, knowing he didn't deserve it.

"Not great," you told him honestly, almost flinching at your own words. "I, uh...we haven't had this talk yet, have we?"

"The sex talk? Bit too late for that," he deadpanned, though his lips caught a quick smirk at the end. A sudden laugh burst out from your chest, this time one that was more genuine.

"No," you shook your head, smile fading. "The...baby talk. As in, do you want babies? In a general sense, I guess."

Matt hmmmd again, though this time he did so as he leaned back against your couch, settling in for what you both knew would be a heavy conversation. You brought your hand up to your mouth to pick at the hang nail on your thumb. It was one of your major tells for any sort of anxiety you were feeling, and Matt quickly caught on to it, pulling your hand into his before it could make its way to your mouth. It was extremely settling, and you wanted to cry at his display of casual yet intentional comfort he offered you.

"No, we haven't," he agreed, briefly kissing the back of the hand he now held in his, before sliding his fingers through yours and bringing it down to his lap. "I guess we're getting that opportunity now."

"Seems so," you replied, fighting hard not to fold in on yourself in prepartion of what you were about to say. This conversation with him needed to be open and honest, and you didn't want him to think you were holding yourself back from him, even while the topic was difficult. "So...I can start first. I don't think I want kids. Especially not now."

"Okay," Matt said easily and without pause. "That's okay."

You were almost taken aback at how simple he made that acceptance sound. Swallowing, you soldiered on.

"And you?"

"To be completely honest, I haven't really thought about it."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Most of my life has been about reacting to what's going on in front of me, not what was super far down the line. I had to pass a class, had to prep for a case, had to fight a man mugging an old woman, had to seduce the pretty, citrus-scented girl Foggy introduced to me." He gave you a smirk at that last one, reminding you of the night you had met five months ago when Foggy had been playing Matt's wingman at a bar in midtown. "But those were all things that were short-term goals, nothing long term."

"Oh, I'm just short term?"

Matt barked out a laugh, pulling you to lean against him as his other hand settled across your shoulder from over the couch. "That's not how I meant that."

"You're doing great at this baby talk, Matt," you told him. "You've made this super simple. No need having the baby talk with a man who was never planning on sticking around long enough anyway."

"Shut up," he you told you affectionately, placing a kiss on to the top of your head. "Can I finish?"

"You did finish. That's why we're here and having this conversation."

"Jesus." He was still laughing, and you found yourself grinning in return, unable to deny yourself, and him, this moment of happiness in an otherwise serious conversation. "As I was saying...I haven't really ever though of kids. If the person I was with wanted them, I'd be open to discussing it. And if the person I was with didn't want them, then I'd be very happy to enjoy our lives, just the two of us."

You were silent as your absorbed his words, brain trying to keep up.

"That's you, by the way," he said when you didn't respond right away. "The person I'm with...I'm hoping it's always you."

"It's only been five months," was all you said. The objection sounded weak, even to your own ears.

"I knew after one." Matt squeezed your hand, another kiss placed to the top of your head. "But even if...even if our situation was different, even if I really wanted kids, or even if this was short term, I'd still want you to do what's best for you."

"But this involves you, too," you said. "I know that I'm the one who makes the final decision, but your opinion matters, too."

"I know. And I'm not sure how I would have reacted if you'd done something without telling me, knowing what we are to each other, but this is your call. I support you either way."

"Ok," you nodded, taking a deep breath, finding a sense of relief in what he had said, but unable to completely squash down your anxiety. "But are you sure? I know how you feel about...killing. Is that what you think this would be?"

"No," he said adamantly.

"But you're Catholic."

"Doesn't matter." He was still shaking his head. "This a medical procedure. It is a personal decision. This, what's growing inside you, has the potential to be more, of course it does. But that's not where we're at right now."

"Some people believe life begins at conception."

"Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't," Matt shrugged. "But your life matters, too, and I want you to be happy in it. I need you to be happy in it. And if this is what you need to be happy, then I support that choice."

You were crying again. You tried to take your hand from his to cover your face, but he wouldn't let you. Instead, he rejected the idea of you hiding yourself from him so completely that he pulled you fully into his lap.

"It's so hard," you mumbled into his neck. "It's a really hard decision to make."

"I know, sweetheart," he soothed quietly, playing with the ends of your hair.

"I don't want this," you all but whimpered. "Not yet. And maybe not ever."

"Okay. That's okay." He shifted to pull you closer. "What do you need from me?"

"I need you to come with me. Please?"

"Of course. You don't even have to ask." Matt lifted your joined hands to kiss the back of yours again. "And maybe, while we're there, we can ask about something that might help us not to have to make this decision again. Maybe something that might...be an option for me?"

You picked up on what he was saying and made a noise of disagreement. "I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not, I'm offering. If we change our minds in a few years, there's usually success with a procedure that will reverse it."

"I...just don't make the decision lightly, please," you said, fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. "Not yet, not for me."

"For us, then."

You sniffed loudly.

"...okay," you settled more fully against him, and he responded by squeezing you to him tighter. You didn't know what you'd done to deserve this man. "For us."

You held each other for a few moments of silence before you spoke again. The weight of the pregnancy was still heavy on your shoulders, but Matt was willingly sharing that burden with you, and you found that it didn't seem so awful to bear.

"Thank you," you said quietly. "Thank you for understanding."

"No need to thank me, sweetheart," Matt whispered, pulling back far enough to touch his forehead to yours. "I'll always be in your corner, no matter what."

And you believed him.

If you're planning on leaving a negative comment, please don't. A lot people are hurting over this. The point of this isn't to offend or start arguments, just to highlight the struggles that many AFAB indivduals, and their loved ones, are faced with, regardless of their circumstances.

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[nox-likes-witchcraft]

Love how pro-lifers care more about a bundle of cells in a womb than they do living, breathing women. You guys say you care about children but then allow school shootings to take place in your country. You give more rights to guns than women. Fight me on this. I will happily respond to your asks that try and fight my point.

[terpmansion]

smoking a blunt by yourself is theraputic

[aibidil]

Y'all I don't want to go all Prof Aib on main, but this is truly despicable.

Did you know that sodomy (sometimes only homosexual sodomy, sometimes any anal or oral sex) was illegal in many states in the US until 2003? That's when Lawrence v Texas declared that intimate consensual sexual conduct was part of the liberty protected by substantive due process under the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution. (Side note: if you want a wild ride, read about the arrest that precipitated this case.)

And of course, Obergefell v Hodges didn't legalize same-sex marriage in all states until 2015.

What Alito has done in this draft decision is to claim that the right to privacy articulated by Roe v Wade isn't "deeply rooted", and to explicitly link the right to abortion, the right to lgbt marriage, and the right to engage in non-het/non-reproductive sex.

Conservatives will say that the right to abortion simply shouldn't be decided by the Supreme Court, and that they're "originalists" who believe in interpreting the Constitution like the Founders would've meant it. This is patently bullshit. Conservative justices are at least as activist as liberal justices. (Click here and here for reciepts.)

It doesn't matter whether you think abortion rights would theoretically have been better secured through something other than Roe v Wade. I do. But that doesn't matter, because it's what we have, and overturning Roe will make abortion immediately illegal or severely restricted in 20 states. Whether Roe is the best course of action is only a relevant debate if you have a time machine.

The Due Process clause of the 14th Amendment, which currently protects abortion, sodomy, and same-sex marriage, "prohibits arbitrary deprivation of "life, liberty, or property" by the government except as authorized by law. The U.S. Supreme Court interprets these clauses broadly, concluding that they provide three protections: procedural due process (in civil and criminal proceedings); substantive due process, a prohibition against vague laws; and as the vehicle for the incorporation of the Bill of Rights." (1)

The fuck does this mean? Well, everyone keeps arguing about that. In the 1884 case Hurtado v. California, the Court said:

"Due process of law in the [Fourteenth Amendment] refers to that law of the land in each state which derives its authority from the inherent and reserved powers of the state, exerted within the limits of those fundamental principles of liberty and justice which lie at the base of all our civil and political institutions, and the greatest security for which resides in the right of the people to make their own laws, and alter them at their pleasure."

Bolling v Sharpe (1954) clarified that "liberty" is broad: "Although the Court has not assumed to define "liberty" with any great precision, that term is not confined to mere freedom from bodily restraint. Liberty under law extends to the full range of conduct which the individual is free to pursue, and it cannot be restricted except for a proper governmental objective."

Palko v Connecticut (1937) said that the due process clause protects rights that are "implicit in the concept of ordered liberty." This is obviously impossible to define!!

Privacy is not protected explicitly by the Constitution, but the case Griswold v Connecticut (1965) established the right to privacy by arguing that it's implicit in other rights delineated in the Constitution. Notably, they used this argument to guarantee a right to contraception.

It should be obvious that this entire thing is a fucking mess. You can basically argue anything you want on this basis.

Which is why it makes no sense imo to even focus on the constitutional arguments. This is about the right to abortion, to contraception, to sex, to marriage. ALL of these rights have been secured through a daisy chain of constitutional decisions, which makes the prospect of removing any one even more horrifying than it would be on its own. These precedents are all at play in the horrifying anti-trans laws currently happening in Texas.

This isn't about there being one correct constitutional argument. It never was. It's about protecting the rights of pregnant people, potentially pregnant people, trans people, people who want to engage in oral or anal sex, people who want to use contraception, people who want to get married. I don't give a fuck how we do it, as long as we remember that this is what's on the line. We will do it in whatever way we need to.

Pregnant people will always find ways to stop their pregnancies if that is what we want to do. We need to do whatever we can to protect ourselves, no matter the reason for the abortion. We need to stop "abortion is healthcare" rhetoric. Sure, it is, but abortion is also totally necessary even when the pregnancy is viable and wouldn't harm the person carrying the baby.

A way to help immediately is to donate to your local abortion funds.

And don't for one second let yourself or your friends think it doesn't affect you. Because what Alito is trying to do here is to make it the law of the land that the only "rights" that exist are those of cishet, property holding, able-bodied WHITE MEN.

And as I finish, I'd like to add: fuck Trump, fuck McConnell.

[missmoonfrost]

What if that's why she turned out so bitter

Because today is International Women's Day. And because the issue of free abortion - without stigma! - is something very close to my heart. Here goes something a little bit different from what I usually write. TW: thought about abortion

Petunia quickly reapplied her mascara and went to greet Vernon. It didn't do for him to find her crying. This was supposed to be a happy time.

Since that awful day she learned that Lily was going to keep her pregnancy, their already scarce conversations had ended completely. She knew more than she wanted anyway. She could feel, in her equally as pregnant body, what Lily must be going through, day by day. When she was nauseous, she imagined Lily throwing up in the toilet. Did she feel a kick, then the monster in Lily's belly was probably kicking to.

Lily had been smiling when she told Petunia this was what she wanted. As if she believed it herself. It must be that irresponsible Potter that messed up her head.

She was only nineteen! She didn't have to waste her youth like that! An abortion was obviously nothing any respectable person, like Petunia herself, would consider. But Lily had never cared what people thought about her anyway. Living her whimsical careless life in that whimsical stupid world. Surely, they had a spell for it? Surely, she wouldn't even need to endure the pain that Petunia had heard abortions meant? Not that she had looked it up or anything.

No. Petunia was married. Having a child and being happy about it was the only thing expected. She was determined to give this child everything she could in this world. And she was sure, by the time for delivery, she would even have stopped missing her own freedom.

"Are you all right?" Vernon asked.

"Yes, dear. I was just thinking about that awful child is about to have with that awful boy she’s fooling around with."

[stpuaafamg]

Stay Informed Folks

[crazycatsiren]

In case I have not made this one fact abundantly clear:

My body is my own fucking business!

[elementalwriter67]

It’s my body my choice when it comes to having to wear a mask or get a vaccine to protect oneself against a GLOBAL PANDEMIC. But it’s my body their choice when it comes to some chick they’ve never met and will never meet making the decision to get an abortion. A decision that ultimately does not affect their god damn life! Make it make sense people.

Why does my right to getting an abortion affect you? Why is it your problem? Why do you care what goes on in my body? Why does your opinion, your thoughts, about my body matter more than my own? Huh? Why?

Also why are only the women being punished for this? What about the men who got the woman pregnant? Why aren’t there laws being put in place to make them be held accountable? If your bot gonna let a woman get an abortion for a clump of cells she doesn’t want then why aren’t you making the man who got the woman pregnant in the first place step up? Why does he get to get away scot free but the woman doesn’t? Why do you have to destroy a woman’s mental health by forcing her to have a baby that she either doesn’t want or it would be unsafe for her to have? Why are you going to make a child suffer in a foster care system that doesn’t give a real damn about them? Why make the mother and child suffer when the father doesn’t have to face repercussions? You want to take away my right to an abortion then fine. But you damn well better make the fucker who got me pregnant be responsible for that child because I will not suffer through having postpartum depression for a child I did not want. And if the man doesn’t want it? Well then I guess that’s too damn bad ain’t it? Fairs fair right?

[acespoliticalwaffles]

Video speaks for itself. They refuse to treat these dying people, even sometimes in cases where the fetus CANNOT BE SAVED!!!! AND THEY CALL IT PRO-LIFE!!!! Fuck all of you. These lawmakers have blood on their hands. You should no longer be defending this if you actually care about the sanctity on life. You should be outraged. You should fight back. Do not settle for the most extreme version of your ideology if it is not what you believe in. And if you truly don’t care about laws that require someone to be in immediate, severe danger to terminate a pregnancy (as opposed to allowing termination in order to prevent such a situation in the first place if there is a risk), then don’t pretend that you think there should be exceptions for when the person’s life is in danger. Don’t pretend that you don’t stand for mothers bleeding out in their hospital beds while the doctors argue about whether the situation is dire enough that they believe it would be legal to save her. That is the world that you want. That is the world that you fought for. Now stand the fuck back up and help us fix it or admit you don’t actually care about life. Because if you did you would have been marching with us when these laws were first being passed.

[punkrockmads]

We Will Not Be Peaceful

As we once again fight for rights that were never truly ours, I fear for my life and the lives of everyone who felt despair, anger, and helplessness on June 24th when Roe v. Wade was overturned. This is what the Republicans on the Supreme Court and the conservatives in the United States want! They want to eliminate any "threats" to their beliefs. They want to eliminate anyone who does not hold the same ideals as them. They. Want. Control. Especially over women. They will not stop at abortion rights!

We will NOT stop fighting! We will NEVER give up! They will hear our battle cries and screams and they will watch as we rise up and win just as we did years ago. They will NEVER know peace!

People with female reproductive systems, people of color, people in the LBGTQIA+ Community, people who support us... this is our fight! Stand together and show them how badly they fucked up! We will not lower our voices! WE WILL NOT BE PEACEFUL!!

-m.m.

[augustphobia]

the concept of the supreme court is stupid in literally any context tbh

[butch-reidentified]

idk if anyone here is going to the any of the Roe rallies today, but I'm omw there rn wearing the vulva earrings I posted here a while back. honest opinion should I switch to my "keep abortion safe & legal" earrings? I wanted to wear one of them, but I'm honestly a bit anxious about backlash for wearing the vulva ones :/

[fern717]

“land of the free”