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Crone Life's avatar

It's simple: If you have control of your body, you are a person. I want to be a person.

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Karen's avatar

I’m 61. I was 9 when we got Roe. I grew up in rural east Texas, and I recall clearly the day I became a feminist. I was sitting in class, trying to hide from the obnoxious football players in front of me. They were talking about another girl in school who had gotten pregnant and dropped out. They all called her a filthy whore and also bragged about how they had all had sex with her. The impotent blind rage I felt at that moment has powered me for 43 and a half years. I started volunteering for Democrats in 1982 and haven’t looked back.

What I need right now, though, is some reassurance that if things go sideways again we won’t give up. That if men fail us and vote for the nightmare in large numbers that we have plans to continue the fight. (I originally typed the cliche phrase “Plan B” there and then realized that using the name of something Trump will ban would be in the worst possible taste in this context.) Will we keep it up? What are our plans for an insurgency?

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