My abortion is the kind people love to judge the most. I wasn’t underage, I wasn’t assaulted, and there was no medical emergency. I got pregnant because I knowingly had unprotected sex, no accident, no rare failure, just my own choices.
By their standards, it was “irresponsible.” I knew abortion was an option, and I took it. Not because I couldn’t survive it or raise a child, I simply didn’t want one. I wanted sex without becoming a parent, and I chose not to carry the pregnancy.
There’s no redemption arc here. I don’t regret it. Nothing terrible happened to me afterward, no punishment, no downfall. My life is still good. And that reality alone challenges everything people like to assume about women who make this choice.
worst part of the literacy crisis is that you can’t use hyperbole or be dramatic anymore without some dumb fucking idiot thinking that you sincerely believe whatever exaggeration you said
It’s terrible that Huerta felt like she had to keep this secret for so long in fear of “hurting the movement.” This speaks to a long-enduring attitude among working class organizations where sexual abuse of female comrades is silenced in favor of protecting the “bigger cause.”