On this day of Mothers, let us not just remember flowers and cute cards, or Sunday Brunch. Let us remember:
Some women don’t want children. Womanhood ≠ Motherhood and vice-versa.
Some mothers love other women. Let them do it with the full authority of the state, and all the benefits and protections that the state gives women who have children with men.
Some fathers are the best mothers. Some fathers love other fathers. Let them do it with the full authority of the state, and all the benefits and protections that the state gives women who have children with men.
Seeking medical care is not a privilege–it is a right.
Whatever happens in my body–whether it’s a baby or Human Papilloma Virus or scabies–is my business. If I choose to enter a dialog about what is happening in my body, I will do so. It will be with doctors and my family; anyone else will be at my discretion.
I will not enter a dialog about what happens with my body with anyone who willfully ignores these parameters. I will shout and scream and yell at the top of my lungs that it’s my right to seek the advice of a doctor for any condition, including abortion and birth control.
I will seek birth control if I want it. If I want to mate to propagate the human primate I will do so. I will not stand in the way of anyone who chooses either one of these avenues.
I will stand up for these rights to the end of my life, and in so doing try to protect other mothers and fathers in their future, including my own son.
To be a mother is to be a radical. To be a radical is to fight for justice. To be just one must seek justice for all.