The Time An Abortion Protester 'Counseled' Me
Yesterday's SCOTUS decision striking down a protester buffer ring around Massachusetts health clinics made me remember the time I got "counseled" by a man protesting Planned Parenthood. He yelled "MURDERER!" at me and waved a Bible. I was 25, scared, and fresh off a nasty surprise in the form of a broken condom. I blurted out, "Not yet!"
I wasn't trying to be sassy, believe it or not. I was just being honest. I felt so guilty at having sex outside of a monogamous relationship. I'd never done that before, not really. I was 25 and had been having sex with boys for four years, more or less. I wasn't particularly "good" at it, or so I thought (it took a few years before I realized sex was not a competition with some imaginary ideal). I had only begun drinking alcohol at 23, during my first year of teaching, and so I didn't have much experience with what happens when a lot of booze combines with a lack of self-esteem and a determination to live life like women on that documentary series, "Sex and the City." READ MORE ON HNTP
The more they shout, the smaller they are. What does it matter to them? Do they think they get extra-special salvation by haranguing and intimidating women on what is most likely the worst day of their lives?
I truly hate these self righteous assholes with the heat of a thousand suns. If one of those pricks ever started in on me or my S/O with that "murderer" crap my response would be "you betcha, and it's going to happen right here on the sidewalk before I ever enter the clinic"