Addendum to Abortion Post: People get Abortions; this is about

Trans rights too. Trans people get abortions and need as much protection, access and free abortions.

Imagine the nightmare of finally affirming your gender as male, transman or any other way you identify yourself, due to the mistake of landing on earth in a female XX chromosome body. Then you get pregnant somehow, wherever you are or want to be in your process of affirming your gender. It’s bad enough to be cisfemale and need access to abortion. It’s a whole new level of evil to be non binary, trans, etc. and need an abortion. The pregnancy is a violation of your very essence, of affirming who you are which in this gender constructed world, matters. In some other evolved countries, you can have a safe, free abortion; very-even extreme religious countries.

Imagine cismen were the ones getting pregnant. There would be abortion machines at your local post office; go inside and it gives you a quick free abortion. Or ten other easy ways if you need secrecy. There would be as many abortion clinics as gas stations; it would take the time to fill your care with free gas to get your quick safe abortion.

As a kid I had a weird disgust of pregnancy, sending around me that women with children seemed somehow handcuffed. I was only 7 or 8 but I knew my mom was a lawyer before she had my brother. Now she didn’t have a briefcase. She had a 24 hour job paid for in weird ways. I didn’t understand salaries and I didn’t want to go to school or have a career or job. In third grade Sabrina Stone and I decided we wanted to run away and go to the Ringling Brothers Clown School. It seemed the best option to get out of regular boring school, boring jobs, or worst of all, staying home with kids figuring out dinner.

We obviously weren’t ambitious enough- there was no internet to help us enroll or realized we’d need to wait a bit and then get fake ids or something. Back then in the 70s you wished for things you didn’t get. Like some teacher helping you accept that life was working unless you were lucky enough to find a job but if you didn’t want to be a doctor all the other ones seemed to pay very little. All I knew was I got home from first day of nursery school-preK now, I told my mom I hate school I’m done. Then came the horrible life sentence. You have to go to school for like 13 more years or work as a cashier at Lamston’s five and dime. I thought there was a Lamston’s on Lexington Ave but it must have been Woolworth’s. I can’t remember if my 4 year old self wanted to work as a cashier or just knew I was stuck because little kids couldn’t reach the very cool machine cashiers use. The noise and clacking made sense and sounded like money. Anyway I returned to school and suffered through a very privileged 14 years.

I didn’t know anything about trans and non binary people back then but it would have made sense and been quite a relief as being a “woman” seemed shitty but men didn’t seem interesting except my older brother.

And I knew what a prostitute was way long before I knew about abortions but I probably would have been interested in the idea that you could refuse to become a mother even if you were pregnant.