simplyliveforjesus:

enough said

justdia:

prolifeproliberty:

philosobabe:

prolifeproliberty:

philosobabe:

prolifeproliberty:

philosobabe:

prolifeproliberty:

philosobabe:

prolifeproliberty:

philosobabe:

I AM PRO CHOICE IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM W THAT FIGHT ME

I have no interest in fighting you, but I would like to hear why you consider yourself pro-choice.

A more appropriate question would be why one would not consider themselves pro-choice

I thought you were ready with all the arguments and philosophical underpinnings? That’s what your original post’s tags said.

Well yes but you have to give me someplace to start..?

I asked you to explain the reasoning behind your position. You should be able to at least explain what you mean when you say you’re “pro-choice.”

I don’t think fetuses are people because they don’t have a first person perspective. Simple as that. So the needs and wishes of a person (the woman) go above the needs of a fetus.

What do you mean by a first person perspective? Are you talking about self-awareness?

No, I mean a first person perspective. The philosophical concept. It’s not the same as self awareness, even though it’s related

Could you define the concept? When in human development does someone gain a first person perspective? How do we identify whether a human being possesses this quality?

Sounds to me like the lady doesn’t believe any one under the age of three is people. And it also sounds like anyone who is unable to convey their peopleness is not cognitively a people.

yesdarlingido:

People keep asking me, “how’s marriage?” And I say, “fun!” or “good!” because it is both of those things, but I wish I knew how to explain what it’s like to come home to your eyes looking into me, what it’s like to feel far from you when you’re right in front of me and learning how to breach that gap, and what it’s like for words like safe and home and us to take on such richer meaning on this side of our vows. Those words have become a sort of three dimensional lullaby that soothes my soul to rest. 

How’s marriage? It has been like learning a new instrument. I’ve heard others’ play it poorly and I’ve heard it played by the prodigies, but now it’s in my hands and I’ve been learning the scales, working on songs that are so hard to get out of my head and into the air. Marriage has been a series of fumbling through the dissonance, trying, and trying, and trying again until we piece together bits of the melody. 

How is marriage? The days feel like lessons, and the nights feel like practice. Some mornings I wake up with sore fingers that are still building their callouses as I learn how to touch another life that so affects me. But every few days, there’s another recital where all of the work resounds in a display of proof that we are learning, and it is making something beautiful out of me, him, us, we. 

How’s marriage? It’s been an improvisation of novice composers discovering their own sound, making things up as we go until the beat is worth dancing to. And in those moments, we sway to the rhythm of newfound intimacy and even though it’s just you and me, the crescendo sounds like a full blown symphony. 

Whatever the ensemble, you and I play in unison, watching and responding to what the other does. When we fight, I hear the cymbals crash, and when we kiss, I hear a string quartet. How is marriage, they ask me. It is good, it is fun, it is the best duet.