Letter to the Unborn

You don’t have a father because you never existed. That is, you existed, but only as a fear. My parents missed the boat with the birds and bees. Did they think we already knew?

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So, About That Time I Got Sterilized

It’s June 2018, and I’m on a quest for sterilization. Information about sterilization is like sacred text. I need to be prepared to fight, insist, again and again, about why I need to do this. So, I’ve armed myself with facts.

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