shirlywirld

Organ donation has many clear and obvious parallels with abortion, and the reason for organ donation being voluntary hinges on the same principle of respecting bodily autonomy even if it means the loss of life for another person.

If your child needs an organ to live, there is no obligation to donate your organ to keep them alive. No one is obligated to access to your body against your will.

To add to boldly anatomy and since you belive that she can do whatever-

No one. No one has an entitlement to your body against and without your consent.

Would any other person be allowed to use someone’s body against their will, or are you giving a fetus more rights than any other person on Earth?

To answer you queston- like i said before, there is nothing like pregnancy, nothing comparable. It’s not giving a fetus more rights, it’s giving it equal rights. The natural right to life that everyone has. Giving the mother right to kill a human, revokes her parental responsibility, which is a luxury that no one has. So you are giving women special rights and privileges that no one else has, which is also giving her the power over another human being and their rights. If anyone is giving more rights to anyone, is you to women over someone else and their life.

Use another person’s body against their will.

Dictate whether or not a person gets to take medicine.

So it kinda sounds like you’re giving a fetus more rights than other people. And uh, that ain’t cool.

If another human is trying to use your body against your wishes, you have the right to stop that, and all the moralizing and emotional pleas and calling people selfish doesnt change that.

You made up a horrible hypothetical where a pregnant person has to choose between suffering and being ill for 40 weeks, take medicine that could damage the fetus inside her, or, presumably, get an abortion. What your hypothetical didnt include was- does this person want to be pregnant, are there other medicines they can take and have they tried them, is abortion available to them?

You boiled it down to “this person must suffer for months and months and months or they are a monster” and I think that says a lot more about you than me.

It is dangerous to argue that some people can violate the bodies of others for their own benefit. It is dangerous ground to build a moral foundation on, that some bodies are ok to be used against a person’s will.

The first person I ever saw die was in a young woman in her thirties. She'd had multiple children, and after each pregnancy her heart became weaker and weaker. A doctor had told her at some point to see a cardiologist, but hadn't explained to her what was wrong- she had dilated cardiomyopathy of pregnancy. Not only should she have stopped after the first kid, she should have been on a regimen for heart failure. Instead she had a few more, and gradually became more short of breath, until she arrived in the hospital. Her lungs filled up with fluid because her heart wasn't pumping blood forward, effectively drowning her. Her last words- whispered on panicked, choked breaths- "I can't breathe."

I've had pregnant women who come into the hospital who've been vomiting for so long that they're starving. When we're finally able to control their nausea, we have to be ready for them to get refeeding syndrome. We poke them four times a day to check their electrolytes so that they don't drop too low. So that they're hearts don't stop or their diaphragms keep moving.

I've had women come into my office thinking that the high blood pressure or diabetes they acquired during pregnancy was gone now, because it usually goes away, only to find that they've gone years without taking the blood pressure pills or insulin they've needed and now have complications from these illnesses.

I see a lot of thinkpieces about how it's not cool that hospitals do pregnancy tests on every woman of child bearing age who comes through our doors. But then I remember that pregnancy is one of the most dangerous things a young person can do. And I think it's not only cruel, but inhumane to put someone through it because your fundamental belief in what makes a human a person is different. (I don't think a fetus is a person yet the same way I don't think an egg is a chicken. You might disagree, but you don't get to tell me what to do with my body cuz of it.)

Guys this is Really Really Important….

Keep your Stick in your Pants….

and my personal favorite:

made a fanmade lyric video of Ariana Grande’s song, “thank u, next” I made some mistakes several words and names in lyrics, it’s my bad. Thank you for watching and supporting regardless of them.

I saw some people thankfully used my artworks of fanmade video as their wallpaper with proper credit (and thank you very much for it), but the quality of images was pretty bad. So I upload images with fixed lyrics for those of who wants to use them as private uses. If you’re going to share them online, please must credit my username “nakedcherry”, it’s a least of supporting that makes me keep doing art.

I upload these images on my Tumblr because other social platform doesn’t support over 4~10 images at once. The purpose of working on this was to share them with her fans and people, so using them commercially is not available. Please hit me if you see the cases I’m worrying.

The guy being dragged by a bird – part of an installation titled Hacienda Paradise – Utopia Experiment by Fredrik Raddum.

The balancing elephant – Balancing Elephant by Daniel Firman.

The tea splashes kissing – Kiss of Eternity by Johnson Tsang.

The figure emerging from the wall – Break Through From Your Mold by Zenos Frudakis

The meditating figure splitting apart – Expansion by Paige Bradley.

The horses running through water – Mustangs at Las Colinas by Robert Glen.

The giant peeking from under the lawn – Popped Up by Ervin Loránth Hervé

The man under the raining umbrella –  L’uomo della Pioggia (The Rain Man) by Jean-Michel Folon.

The huge bearded guy – The Appennnine Colossus by Giambologna.

The impossibly balanced stones on a beach – Untitled by Adrian Gray

The dragons with an egg – The Dragons in Love or The Varna Dragons by  Darin Lazarov.

The stairway to nowhere –  Diminish And Ascend by David McCracken

The underwater circle – Vicissitudes by Jason deCaires Taylor.

The epic warrior guy – General Guan Yu by Han Meilin

The sinking library –  Sinking Building Outside State Library, Melbourne, Australia.  I couldn’t find an artist’s name.

“but sex is what makes us human!”

  in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his

doctoral dissertation under

heavy mortar fire.

he sends it by mail, a page

at a time, to his wife.

a week before he’s to step up to the podium and

defend his work rather than hiscountry

he is killed in action.

even as the bullets rip

through him he still wishes he could have become a professor

in French literature and

the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.

sex is

  a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because

a week is not enough time to

get over a breakup.

her sister drives an hour across town,

comes up the front steps with

a gallon of ice cream and somebeer

and together they eat moose tracks and marathon

every

single

Godzilla movie

ever made.

  sex is

she’s late for work but her car isn’t

starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.

she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed

one time too many already because her

father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone

needed to help him bathe.

the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits

the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help

steps on the gas like the car will go

and wonders how she will pay rent

and how she will feed her father.

sex is

  it takes three people to hold the predator down because

even with the cover over his head

a bleeding eye and shattered wing

he is trying to hurt them.

none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but

they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and

put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because

it is right.

at first he is paralyzed and cannot

fly but soon he is taking steps

and then fluttering, and then soaring, and

six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.

once he is gone they never see him again

which means they’ve done their jobs right.

sex is

  in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and

can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but

another planet.

the men on the screen look a little like

aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat

marshmallow arms

but they are still men.

her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that

this is progress

even if it was just a small step.

the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary

and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.

but sex is

  a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so

he doesn’t.

when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted

gunshot wound, he locks himself

in the shower every day and sobs under scalding

water until it runs cold

so nobody will see him grieving

so nobody will see that tears are just love that

has no place left to go.

he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and

soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.

three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,

he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,

and telling them it’s all right to cry.

Sex is

  the broken man tells the comedian

that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain

made it hard to see.

he seems okay but his leg

does not.

the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s

plate number scrawled on the back

in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man

can have his umbrella,

and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career

so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.

once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card

with kittens on it.

what makes us human

  yawning is contagious,

and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.

melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,

can move us to tears.

the tallest building in the world is

two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.

in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight

to touching the moon,

and in one-hundred from the first phone call

to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.

we make pies out of tree organs

and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then

we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese is delicious.

what makes us human is

the earliest fossils of anatomically modern humans are

two-hundred thousand years old .

we have had pet dogs

for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer

than corn

or the wheel.

the steps we take are part of

one of the most energy-efficient gaits the

animal kingdom has ever seen.

we invented the concepts of love

and hate

and justice, and mercy

and we invented the language to convey them.

we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people

who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do

because we think

it’s right.

we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and

sorrow and innovation and

mercy and kindness and dreams

and failure

and recovery.