I was 20 years old and had only ever experienced leather a couple of times in my life. The fact that those times were the most rewarding experiences I could remember informed my choice to return the uniform bar, Headquarters, on Castro. This is the story of my experience that night.
I walked into the bar which was thick with cigar smoke and leather men. They had a pool table in the far back of the bar with a single light to light it up. Sitting cross-legged on the table was a man of about 60 years old. He was bald and wore a sleeveless shirt and shorts. His face was rugged and his eyes literally glowed blue under the light. It was such an amazing sight that I had tears in my eyes. He was so sweet and inviting that I didn’t even stop at the bar, I just walked right up to him to talk to him. He stared at me the entire time.
So I introduced myself and shook his hand. We had some chit-chat about this and that and then he asked me why I was there at the bar. I told him briefly about my other experience in this bar and I was ready to learn something new.
He asked if I wanted to leave the bar and go to his place on Diamond Heights. He explained that he would drive and that I could leave at any time if I wasn’t entirely comfortable. I decided to go with him.
He drove a nice sports car which indicated that the man had a lot of money. Not everyone in SF had a car. He also had a beautiful condo in Diamond Heights facing the city. From his bedroom window, you could see the entire San Francisco skyline from bridge to bridge. It was stunning.
So we parked the car in his garage and he opened the door to his place and followed me in. When we got to the lower level, he indicated that his bedroom was in the loft upstairs, but wanted to offer me a joint. I normally avoid pot because it can make me feel like a vegetable, but I took a hit off the joint and felt immediately high. I figured it was mostly nerves and excitement and tried to relax for a minute.
When we got upstairs, I could see a lot of things hanging on the wall around the loft. I couldn’t really process why they were there and when I asked about them, he just laughed and said that we would get to that in a minute.
He began taking off my clothes and rubbing my skin all over. He was excited like he had just been given a new toy or something. I felt objectified and it was kind of a turn on. I brushed away the thoughts that he particularly liked my skin.
He had me lie down on this huge bed that he had made himself. He put these super-comfortable restraints around my wrists and ankles. Then he clipped each wrist into a strap connected to the bed. He did the same for my ankles.
Next, he reached over to the side of the bed where a huge level was located and he cranked the lever one time. My wrists were pulled up and away from each other while my ankles were the same. I was being stretched out on this bed that I would later be able to identify as a rack. He pulls the lever again and I am stretched tight. I had a little discomfort on my wrists, but I was okay. He asked if I was okay and I said yes.
He then picked up a quarter from the nightstand and attempted to bounce it off my belly. It just landed flat so he said, “Not quite tight enough, boy” and pulled the lever again. This time it was moderately uncomfortable, but I could handle it.
Then the thoughts started creeping in. He knew I had done military service in the past and realized that I would recognize the quarter test. This is how the Drill Sergeant would test our bunks to see if they were “tight”. If they weren’t we’d be punished with pushups and he would wreck our bed and make us fix it while everyone else got punished while we fixed our beds.
But then he took of his shirt and pants with his back to me. His back was a twisted mess of scar tissues that reminded me of Freddy Kruger, only much, much, worse. There were literally hills and valleys where the flesh was so hideously deformed that you could lose a matchbox car in them. I stifled back the terror when a warm sensation flows over me because I realize what has happened.
It was obvious to me that he planned to skin me alive like that movie Silence of the Lambs. I had allowed myself to be completely unable to stop him and this was the end of my life. Tears formed in my eyes, but I was comforted by this warm and resolute feeling that I no longer had to worry about what was going on now or in my future. I was soon to be dead and my body was preparing for it. I wondered if I was having a heart attack or a stroke or something. I decided it was shock and went with it.
He lumbered over to me and crawled up on top of me naked with his huge penis in my face. He said to me, “son, you really are new to all of this aren’t ya? Well let me tell you something a little too late for ya. “
“Rule number 1 – never let a stranger tie you up.” he grumbled and acted upset or let down that I had not followed rule number 1.
He reached over to the side of the bed and grabbed a silver knife that was about 10″ long and perfectly shiny. He held the knife against one side of my throat and said to me, “Well, you fucked up boy. I was gonna enjoy pissing down your throat but you ain’t even worth my piss.” and he drags the cold silver knife across my throat and then stabs it into the pillow by my head. I could feel a little feather land on my face.
He crawled off of me and says, “I’m gonna piss downstairs–you stay put” and he chuckled to himself.
As soon as he was out of sight, my mind kicked into high gear. I was sure he had cut my throat and this was my only chance. I was going to get free and jump out his window so that even if I died, he wouldn’t be able to hide it. I figured I might get someone’s attention and they could rush me to a hospital. It was my only chance.
Clip, Clip and my hands were free. Immediately I reached for my neck to see how deeply he had cut me. I figured I would be bleeeding out but needed to know how deep the cut was. I figured I was in shock. There was no cut.
A fleeting thought ran through my head, “well that was easy enough” and I reached to grab the knife and hide it under my side where I could grab it and kill the mother fucker when he came up the stairs again. As I am positioning the knife, another thought goes through my mind.
“If the man wanted to kill me and harvest my skin, he would have killed me right away. He would have had a plastic bag to catch the blood. He was either the dumbest killer ever or that wasn’t his intent at all. Then I thought about Rule 1 and suddenly it became clear to me. This is a lesson. He has no intention to kill me, but he had to teach me a lesson so I wouldn’t be in this situation with someone less compassionate.
I was really trying not to cry at this point. It was a big gamble and I wasn’t sure what to do. My sense of time was distorted by the pot and I had to make a decision quick.
So I clipped my wrists back in and laid back. Almost immediately after laying back down, he comes up the stairs and we proceed to do some sexual things but nothing invasive or even slightly painful. He made me pee in his mouth which was difficult for me to do. Just simple stuff, but the entire time I was terrified that he could still skin me alive.
When he unclipped me and put his arms around me I had tears coming out my eyes though I wasn’t crying so much. I was scared and shaking and he cradled me in his arms to explain what was happening.
He told me that when he went downstairs, he didn’t really have to pee. He wanted to know if I was a willing participant. He said that he set a timer and after 5 minutes, he would come up and release me to take me home or wherever I wanted. He would apologize for scaring me and hope that his lesson was learned.
But, he said he could hear me get loose from the clips. That meant that I knew how easy those climbing clips were to release. Once he heard that, he reset the timer for 5 minutes. If he heard me clip myself back in, that was his sign that I was a willing participant. That was the only series of events that meant that it was okay for him to proceed. To my credit, I was one of about a dozen boys that had clipped themselves back in. If the timer had gone off either time, he would have brought up the lights, apologized and taken me home or called me a cab.
So he knew the entire time that I could escape if necessary. But I didn’t know that he knew. The mind fuck that this entire scene taught me was invaluable. I was once again in complete control as the sub. But not knowing that was the reward for the entire scene. This is exactly what the willful exchange of power is about. I am grateful to this day for Lesson 1.
Note: the reason his flesh was so horribly deformed is that every year, he is the whipping boy at Dorey Alley fair in San Francisco. The Dorey Alley fair is the real Leather/S&M fair in the city whereas Fulsom Street fair is the watered down commercial version that all the uptight pretty boys buy their leather costumes for.
So this guy is whipped publically by professionals that use the whip to lacerate his flesh on stage. It’s his kink, and he is always a willing participant. The process leaves his flesh in terrible shape, but reminds him that we are so much more than the flesh that we carry around. He is a compassionate and loving man and I am forever grateful to have spent time with him.
An exploration of the power dynamic in leather sex.
This is a true story of actual events that shaped my understanding of the Leather community and informs my belief in the role of dom/sub and the willful exchange of power.
It was a Friday night in the Castro and I was 20 years old but had a fake ID. I was horny and wanted to have sex with a big leather daddy, something I had only fantasized about. I picked Headquarters, the uniform bar off 18th Street in the heart of the Castro. It was 1990 and AIDS had already swept through the community establishing in its wake the negative connotation for leather-sex as irresponsible or dangerous. I was not deterred.
I walked into the bar and ordered the King of Beers, a Budweiser, and asked for two dollars in quarters. I loved pinball and they happened to have a couple of pinball machines right next to the bar where the hottest man was sitting. I floated over to the pinball machine, bent over to put my beer on the floor, and fed the machine its quarters. Nothing.
I was really expecting a comment or something from the man at the bar, but he ignored me. Two hours and at least a dozen multi-balls later and I had not gotten a single reaction from this man. I was bitter and frustrated as the lights came up and the bar started to close.
“You ready to go, boy” was the first thing I heard the man say. I was like Jack Russel Terrier on meth. I was bouncing around, so excited that I couldn’t help myself. As we exited the bar, I told him we could walk to my apartment just across Market Street on Castro Street. He said we were taking his car. I reiterated that it would be harder to park the car and that I lived literally 100 feet from the bar. He stated one last time that we were taking the car and I understood that I needed to shut up and get in the car.
It was a brand new Volkswagen Golf–pristine white. I kind of laughed to myself- some leather daddy, huh? When we get to my apartment, he pulls up on the sidewalk and parks illegally in front of my bay window at the garden level.
He tells me to get his bag from the back of the car as he walks to my door. I could barely lift the huge leather bag and I began to wonder what I was getting into. Not enough for my erection to go down, but a little fear creeped in.
The apartment I was living in was located right above Market Street on Castro. We had a beautiful bay window that faced the street at the garden level. I was living with someone I had fallen in love with the previous year during a computer convention my first time in San Francisco. Falling in love with this man literally saved my life. It was his choice not to be dating when I arrived, but I never though I would trick with someone in his apartment, especially not with him asleep in the back room.
We get in the door and the leather daddy has me put the bag down. He tells me to strip naked and I start to suggest going to my bedroom…then shut up and stripped naked. He walked over to the bay window and opened the curtains all the way. The bars had just closed and people were walking by the garden level flat and looking in to see us. They were forced to walk around his car that was blocking most of the sidewalk, but that gave them an excuse to look right in the bay window. I was a little freaked out, as small crowds would form and then dissipate.
Once we got started, I don’t remember thinking about the people outside for even a second. I was so focused and driven to be the best boy this leather daddy had ever played with. I had previously had some serious dental problems and pain was something I was used to. I figured I had an advantage here.
He put a dog’s choke collar on me with the teeth pressed against my neck. Then he put a cock and ball separator on me and ran a chain through the loose part of the collar through my legs and tied it to the door handle. I could hear the love of my life stir a little in the back room and my heart was racing.
He had me walk towards him, away from the door. Each step pulled my nuts and dug the teeth of the collar into my neck. He encouraged me to continue like he expected it. It was supportive, but had the tone of, I know you can do better, come on. And I did.
What I remember next was that he had his arms around me and my back was pressed against the door. I was too excited to realize that I had choked myself out. When I couldn’t breathe, he picked me up and walked me back to the door where the collar was released. He loosened the collar and could see the 40 little bruises around my neck. He told me I was a good boy and stroked my head while I pressed against his hairy chest, shaking just a little but happy, so happy.
He then pulled out a cat of nine tails and had me reach out to hold his nipple ring. He told me that he was going to whip me with this thing and that when it got to be too much, I would let him know by releasing his nipple. He would stop the second I indicated that I had enough.
As he began lightly whipping my sides, cock, and legs, I tried not to wince or express discomfort. He picked up the pace and increased the strength of each hit. I could feel the residual pain when the whip would come away from my body, but I dealt with it. He never once asked if I was okay–why should he? At one point, I felt my legs start to buckle but caught myself. I thought, surely I have to let go, right? But I was driven to be the best he had ever seen. He stopped a couple minutes later. He praised me and grabbed a towel from his bag. I could see blood on the towel and realized that I was bleeding.
He began reprimanding me in an educational sense about my sense of safety. He insisted that I learn boundaries and explained that I should have stopped him earlier than I did. He never apologized because I was in control. But I could tell he didn’t mean to cause me to bleed. He bandaged me up and packed his things. He gave me his name and number and told me to call him at 10:30a.m. tomorrow if I was ready to learn more.
He left, and I went to set down and realized it was probably best not to sit on my ass anytime soon. It was so red and sore. I went to get in the shower and masturbated for what seemed like all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
At 10:30 the next morning, I called. He answered on the first ring saying, “good boy” and I had tears in my eyes. I was so into this guy that I couldn’t believe it.
He explained that he was duly impressed and was considering making me an offer. He said he had never offered this to anyone without a thorough series of tests. He offered to let me come to his compound in Palo Alto and meet his boys.
He had 3 full grown men that he referred to as his boys. They were his to command and they provided for his pleasure only. They didn’t work, or wear clothes and they attended to him at all times. They were stunningly gorgeous and they had amazing bodies. They would take the scraps of affection that he would offer and they seemed content and fulfilled.
One of the boys had been there for 15 years and all three were committed for life.
After my visit, he gave me a couple days to think about what I had experienced. Then he offered to make me one of his boys. I was flattered by the offer and after talking with his boys each of them had an initiation story that sounded intense. They had to go through a lot before they got their offer. I got mine right away.
I would have to give up my six figure job where I had already established myself in the industry I was in, my apartment, my friends, everything. I would never wear clothes again and I would have my head shaved and his information tattooed in a QR code on the back of my head (this was before QR codes were common). I would become his property and he would take care of me for life.
I had one week to decide and surprisingly, it became the hardest decision I have ever made. I chose not to take him up on his offer. I knew there would be no second offer or a chance to negotiate and it broke my heart that I would never see or hear from him again.
Come to find out, he was the Dean of Stanford’s Psychology Department. He was compassionate and one of the hottest men I have ever seen. I was so close to taking him up on his offer and still today, I think about how different my life would have been.
What I learned from the situation is invaluable. I was in complete control the entire time even though I wasn’t aware of it at the time. I chose my limits and the motivation to allow myself to experience more pain for his pleasure drove me. I do not regret a single moment I spent in his presence and when times are rough, I can’t help but think that maybe I made the wrong choice.
Conservative Anti-Choice Advocate being dramatic about abortion
The topic is Abortion and the creator who posted this screed about abortion reveals his true motivation for making abortion illegal. He is clever to disguise his intentions with subtle editing techniques, his self-righteous tone, and his severe appearance. In all, it’s a well-produced piece of propaganda for Anti-Choice advocates. However, he reveals the truth clearly amidst a bunch of false claims that make it seem like he is concerned about the life of a fertilized egg inside a woman that cannot host a human life yet. Here is my response: His claims are in bold.
Every Human being in society must have innate value.
Literally, no one disagrees with this concept and you are well aware of it. You are guiding your audience to view pro-choice advocates as morally insufficient right out the gate. You are simply being manipulative because you are trying to cover up your real reason why you want to make abortion illegal.
If human beings don’t have innate value then they have nothing and all notions of the social contract would be torn apart.
One can only assume that when you use the term “social contract”, you understand that it has little to do with the justification of the innate value of human life. It was used as justification for government overreach in the 15th-18th centuries.
Social Contract: An implicit agreement among the members of a society to cooperate for social benefits, for example by sacrificing some individual freedom for state protection.
You seem to be implying that for a woman to be part of society, she must agree to surrender her personal autonomy to the state for the social contract. Whether that is your intention or not, it doesn’t really matter.
In fact, there are a number of people who disagree with the notion that you should have to give up any human rights to be governed by the state. There are certain inalienable human rights afforded to us not by some social contract, but simply by virtue of our human nature.
This is nothing more than haughty drama designed to discredit pro-choice advocates as non-believers in innate human value. It’s specious at best and we can see right through you.
You continue with:
Describing an unborn child as a clump of cells is technically accurate but also inadequate because this description could apply to every other human being.
It’s unclear if you missed the point of referring to the fertilized egg as NOTHING MORE THAN a clump of cells when you claim that human beings can also be described the same way. In fact, it is all of the things besides our cellular makeup that distinguish us from a fertilized egg. If you were to list the characteristics of human life and compare all of them to the characteristics of a fertilized egg, you would see that being cellular is the only reasonable similarity and certainly not enough to consider the fertilized egg an unborn child. Anyone who was NOTHING MORE THAN a clump of cells could not sustain life and therefore would not be living. You need a lot more than a fertilized egg to host human life.
Your claim sounded cool until you think about how ridiculous it is. Nobody except you wants to claim that human life is nothing but a clump of cells.
This is a complete non-sequitur. Nobody was describing an unborn child. They were instead describing the clump of cells that do not have the discernable characteristics of a unique human life. People are not describing the cells as an unborn child because there is no guarantee that those cells will become a viable host for human life. 22% of pregnancies are aborted and 16% are stillborn or eliminated through miscarriage. So, the clump of cells has a 62% chance of potentially developing into a body capable of supporting life. The bodies being developed inside the women are not alive until they are capable of supporting life. At which point, they become a viable fetus and can be removed safely from the woman’s body.
Your claim that every other human being can be described as nothing more than a clump of cells is outright ridiculous. Among many things, human beings can be described as a collection of cells but nobody would be so foolish as to claim that human beings are nothing more than a clump of cells. Whereas a fertilized egg inside a woman’s body is nothing more than a clump of cells. The description is perfectly adequate and accurate.
But you dig in further with:
It is neither an organ nor a collection of tissues, it is, in fact, an individual organism forced to feed off its mother from circumstance and through no fault of its own.
This is nothing more than a lie. The clump of cells quickly divides into recognizable organs and tissues, so your claim is invalid regardless. But you make the claim that these tissues and organs developing inside the mother are an actual organism. This is wrong. When you look up the definition of an organism, you can see clearly that the cells and all of their developing complexity do not qualify as an organism until they are viable.
organism
[ ôr′gə-nĭz′əm ] Noun
An individual form of life, such as a plant, animal, bacterium, protist, or fungus; a body made up of organs, organelles, or other parts that work together to carry on the various processes of life.
The second word in the medical definition of organism is the key element that you are neglecting on purpose. While the cells are forming but unable to sustain life on their own as an individual, they remain part of the woman’s body and therefore should be well within her right to remove if she wants to.
What is brilliant about this medical definition is that bacteria are organisms. It is estimated that 1 to 3 percent of the cells in our body (10x the number of human cells) are actually individual organisms that can be removed from the body while still exhibiting the characteristics of life. The clump of cells-not at all.
Even if you found a way to rationalize that this clump of cells was an organism, it does not mean that it will become a viable human life. According to the CDC, there were 24,000 stillbirths in 2014. Those were bodies that could not host life. They were not children nor were they ever alive. They were physical structures built with the goal of supporting life that didn’t make it.
It is neither an organ nor a collection of tissues, it is in fact an individual organism forced to feed off its mother from circumstance and through no fault of its own.
You are entirely inaccurate in your assessment of what these cells are. If they are anything they are organs and tissues so your claim makes no sense. Then you invoke the innocent fetus meme claiming that through no fault of its own—give me a break. Your personification of these cells is specious at best.
Yes, a woman should benefit from personal autonomy just like every other free citizen, but the freedom to affect her body ends when it might affect somebody else.
While it is refreshing and unexpected to hear you claim that a woman should benefit from personal autonomy, you do so by granting citizenship to the clump of cells that are not capable of supporting a life yet. Now, just being a fertilized egg grants you citizenship? It’s not just that you want to claim that the cells are a unique living organism forced into feeding off the woman despite their innocence, now you want to grant them citizenship? Seriously, this is not even worth laughing about.
Why don’t we see a significant number of insurance policies on pregnancies. A life insurance policy seems like it would be perfectly in order from the time of conception if we followed your logic. But we know that until these cells can host life, they can’t be considered a person, let alone a citizen.
Again, if a woman wants her autonomy and the cells are viable for human life, she should be able to remove the cells and they should be allowed to live—granted citizenship if you will. But that’s the problem, the cells are not autonomous until they become a viable host for human life. You simply cannot grant or even infer citizenship for every fertilized egg when 38% of pregnancies fail to produce a human child. See Suggestions-Technology.
Especially when another human life has come to an end.
Once again, it is important that you are more honest with your appraisal of the situation. Nobody is advocating for the euthanization of a viable fetus. Nobody wants to end a viable life. Of the unwanted pregnancies that are not the result of rape, incest, or force, not a single person wants to kill a baby. This is why it is important to eliminate the cells before they become a viable host for human life. Until such a point that the life can exist separate from the mother (even if feeding has to be done through another host or machine), the cells are not able to support human life and are therefore still part of the woman’s body. It is only when the cells develop to support a living unique autonomous organism that these cells can be considered alive.
Rationalizing the decision to end an unborn life can lead to some dark ideas.
Though this is obvious fear-mongering and has little to do with your genuine desire to force a woman to follow through with the delivery of the unwanted child, it is pretty narrow-minded and lacks a reasonable reflection on modern pregnancy. Once again, your intention is to portray pro-choice advocates as evil, dark-thinking zealots that get pregnant just so they can kill a baby. It’s ridiculous, but when you need to hide your true motivation, you just as well go there.
There are those who suggest that an unborn life should end if it should otherwise be poor or disabled. That’s called Eugenics.
Again, you are dead wrong. Here is the definition and goal of Eugenics:
The study of how to arrange reproduction within a human population to increase the occurrence of heritable characteristics regarded as desirable and decrease the occurrence of less desirable characteristics such as disability or deformity.
This has been done in some manner throughout history with varying degrees of success. Royal families have insisted that members of the family must marry other royalty to keep the bloodline safe. Some extreme situations like Sparta would cull all of the weak babies. In China, female babies were disposable. It is not an unreasonable desire to foster a healthy society of strong, intelligent, creative individuals. It is just that the methods were hideous and unspeakable. So much so that this distorted and horrific version of Eugenics was adopted by the Nazis and used to justify the elimination of Jewish people.
Today, however, the middle class and up all have access to medical doctors that will do genetic screening for compatible genes. We are even using CRISPR to genetically modify cells before they become viable to hopefully eliminate genetic diseases and mutations. They are selecting against the same things like deformity, disease, etc., but they are doing it in the context of an intentional pregnancy. The goals are the same and should a woman become pregnant by a man who is a poor genetic match, it is without a doubt better for everyone involved to terminate the pregnancy before it becomes viable. These kinds of abortions will always be available to the rich and middle class who would not want to suffer raising a deformed or challenged kid.
But that’s not the kind of abortion that you are against because you are not concerned with the life of the future baby or the life of the woman. You are not concerned with women who want to have a baby but experience complications. Those abortions are fine because these are responsible women doing the right thing.
You make your claim about poverty only because the majority of unwanted pregnancies are unwanted because the woman has no way to support the child that may come as a result of the pregnancy, not just because they are poor and certainly not because they want to kill a baby. An unwanted baby born to a teenage mother that cannot feed it or care for it and literally does not want to feed it or care for it is not likely to make it. If a baby lives a short and torturous life before dying of neglect, it is hard to see the virtue in subjecting an innocent baby to such a thing while also claiming to be in support of life. Eliminating the non-viable cells by ending the pregnancy saves suffering for everyone. But there’s the rub, isn’t it? Ending the suffering is clearly the last thing you want.
NOW, at least, you are finally admitting the part that you have been so hesitant to admit. You could really give a shit about the baby’s life. You are entirely concerned about the mother.
Furthermore, there’s a point to be made about individual responsibility.
More important than the potential life is the need for you to make a point about individual responsibility. In fact, if you could be completely honest, you would have to admit that you do not mind if the woman dies during childbirth. Even if both the mother and child die during childbirth, it is not nearly as important as the need to punish the woman. This exposes your hypocrisy and underscores why men should have no say in what happens to a woman’s body. Men have no liability when they get a woman pregnant, but yet they want to make a point about individual responsibility.
Even if the pregnancy were unintentional, most are not the product of malice or force. Thus it would be unfair for the woman to seek the procedure because it is she who indulged in reckless or risky behavior and it is the unborn life that would pay the penalty.
If this were truly your motivation, it is important to note that a woman cannot singly indulge in reckless or risky behavior and get pregnant. No extreme masturbation toy is ever going to make a woman pregnant. The pregnancy could not happen without the man involved. Yet you do not see fit to instruct the man on his duty to be responsible and not to indulge in reckless or risky behavior. Where is the penalty for his half of the problem?
Next, you go on to bring back up the argument that nobody is claiming—the innate value of a human life bullshit, but you have shown your hand already. No matter how nefarious you try to make the system look that permits abortion, you are just doing so to cover the only real reason you care about abortion at all: women who have sex.
RESPONSE
Abortion is about teaching a woman to be responsible for her actions. Abortion is not about saving lives because without abortion, 16% of pregnancies do not produce a viable life through no fault of the woman. If you were honestly as invested in saving lives as you claim to be with regards to pregnant women, there are numerous ways that you could apply your conviction (see Suggestions) however, it is clear you just want to punish women for their part in having sex.
Some quick facts about abortion:
16% of pregnancies, both wanted and unwanted end in stillbirth or miscarriage.
22% of pregnancies end in abortion before the cells become viable.
The United States has one of the highest mortality rates for pregnant women and newborns in the civilized world.
The majority of deaths occur in areas stricken with poverty where access to adequate medical care is non-existent and babies are born without any prenatal observation or interaction.
25% of the women who die during during childbirth are black despite making up only 7% of the general population.
The number of abortions has gone down significantly since abortion was legalized.
Some quick observances about Anti-Choice (formerly pro-life) advocates:
There has been no coalition of conservatives dedicated to ensuring that high risk populations have adequate prenatal, natal, and postnatal medical care which conflicts with their claims of wanting to save lives. The most effective way to save a pregnant woman and her baby is through adequate medical care. In fact, free medical care to those who cannot afford it is contrary to the conservative platform and just further proof of the specious nature of their claim to support life.
There has been no coalition of conservatives dedicated to improving the foster care system for unwanted babies after birth. Since unwanted babies are more likely to be subjected to malnutrition, abuse both physical and mental, and neglect, someone who truly cared for the life of the unwanted baby would acknowledge the importance of prompt post-birth adoption and would organize to make this a reality.
There has been no coalition of conservatives to provide education and contraception that could prevent unwanted pregnancies in the first place. In fact, a recent Trump-supported candidate in Minnesota has made her platform out of making contraception illegal, abortion punishable by death as well as eliminating gay marriage—all factors that could help limit unwanted pregnancies.
We have seen conservatives pass trigger laws in 13 states that make abortion punishable by death despite the fact that they claim to care for the life of the fetus. This can only demonstrate that they do not care for the life of the woman whose uterus they want to control.
Some states even provide life in prison or the death penalty for miscarriage–an act of nature.
We have seen a constant campaign attempting to make abortion illegal again despite the fact that abortions are on the decline and making them illegal will likely increase the number of dead children and women subjecting themselves to coat hanger abortions or clandestine pseudo-medical abortions.
Despite claims of supporting the life of the unborn baby, we have seen no significant investment in technology that would allow surrogate births for unwanted pregnancies. No technological advances or advanced training in areas hit hardest by maternal death during childbirth. If you were as invested in saving lives as you are in punishing women, there would be new technology available to the riskiest pregnancies to ensure that they didn’t die during childbirth.
Every single possible measure to prevent unwanted pregnancies has been thwarted by conservative Anti-Choice zealots.
We have yet to see conservatives step up to the plate and provide a network of Christian homes ready to take in the unwanted, disabled, deformed, and crack-addicted babies they insisted be brought into the world. We don’t even see any concern whatsoever beyond ensuring that a woman has to pay the price for having sex with a man.
No matter how you look at the abortion argument, it is clear that conservatives are not really invested in saving lives, especially not the woman’s life. Conservatives are only invested in punishing women. They refuse to hold men responsible for getting women pregnant and they offer no support to stop unwanted pregnancies.
The conservative Anti-Choice advocate is a masochistic hypocrite whose only concern is the punishment of women and this is evidenced repeatedly by the lack of concern for anything other than punishment.
Suggestions
Temporary Castration
If a woman has sex with a man and the man gets her pregnant, the man should bear half the burden of the decision to force a woman to carry the unwanted pregnancy to term. Therefore, men should be subject to medical castration to prevent future examples of their irresponsibility. The procedure should be performed by women doctors and should be expensive—about the cost of a pregnancy. Failure to submit to the procedure would be a felony or potentially punishable by death in some states.
Financial Burden
Furthermore, exactly half of all medical expenses and medical obligations should covered by the man responsible for the pregnancy. Failure to do so should result in their incarceration.
Equal Liability
If a woman chooses to have an illegal abortion and is tried for murder, the man should receive the same penalty. If punishable by death, both parties responsible for the supposed murder should be put to death. The man would be considered an accomplice.
Focus on Care
Since poverty is the leading cause of unwanted pregnancies, the government that wishes to legislate a woman’s uterus should be equally invested in her health and should provide free medical support by qualified specialists for prenatal, natal, and postnatal care.
Focus on Prevention
Also, a significant focus on education and prevention of unwanted pregnancies should be the focus of any administration that wishes to make abortion illegal. There should be no law outlawing abortion that does not adequately support the prevention of unwanted pregnancy.
Focus on Training
For rural hospitals, specialized training should be required to understand not only the potential problems during childbirth, but also on the difference in requirements between races when giving birth. Long held myths about pain levels need to be reversed and hospitals in rural settings need to be capable of handling births more effectively.
Focus on Adoption
The government that outlaws abortion should also invest significantly in a foster care or surrogate birth program that would allow a woman to relinquish responsibility to care for the unwanted child she was forced to give birth to. Adoption should be handled as soon as possible, preferably before childbirth so as to ease post-partem depression and child liability.
Focus on Technology
Without a doubt, if conservatives are actually concerned with the potential life of the fertilized egg, the most effective measure to ensure viability besides the things already mentioned would be to develop a technology that would allow the fertilized egg to be removed from the woman’s body and either preserved or implanted into the body of a willing conservative for gestation and birth. Even artificial birth would be of significant benefit to unwanted pregnancies and could be achieved through a significant investment from conservative Anti-Choice advocates.
Summary
You have clearly demonstrated your real motive for your anti-abortion stance though you have cleverly hid it with pseudo-scientific and even false information about pregnancy and viability. Your production value was superb and your tone was perfect for the self-righteous and dishonest Anti-Choice movement. The fact that you are a man detracts significantly from your concerns since you will never have to face the penalty you are so adamant about enforcing. In all, you gave a good show and I am sure you will receive lots of praise from other conservative Anti-Choice advocates that have no problem with hypocrisy or lack of integrity in their claims against abortion.
