faqs.

How can I get involved in clinic escorting too?

Call your local clinic(s) and ask them how you can help, or alternatively, contact your local NARAL or NOW (these organizations sometimes organize or help organize escorts). Each clinic operates differently. Not all use escorts, or any volunteers at all (often due to an abundance of caution on liability concerns), so don't be discouraged if one says no. Have faith that even if they're unable to accept your awesome offer of help, they will appreciate the gesture of your calling to ask.

I live in one of the 87% of U.S. counties without an abortion provider. How can I get involved in some way other than escorting?

This is easy--which is why it's sometimes frustrating that more people don't do it. MAKE NOISE. The greatest strategic victory that anti-choice forces have won since Roe v Wade legalized abortion in 1973 is to place a great, heavy mantle of shame on the shoulders of the **ONE IN THREE** American women who have abortions. It's the most common minor surgical procedure in the country and yet we speak of it in hushed voices, our heads bowed. There are many understandable reasons why, in the current sociopolitical atmosphere, a woman would not feel comfortable standing up and saying "I had an abortion that was the best option available under the circumstances of my life at the time"---but imagine if we all could? Imagine if we all did! The antis would then be in the position of having to shame their own mothers and wives and sisters and daughters and friends, rather than some mythical Otherized harlot.

Converse with your family and friends on the subject. Write letters to abortion providers thanking them for their service. Call your congressman and tell him or her "hands off other people's uterii." Take the time to write letters to the editor correcting the wild misconceptions and outright lies about abortion that other people circulate. In short: Talk about abortion; it's good for America.

You seem angry. Why so angry?

I am angry because on any given Saturday morning I've got a couple dozen strangers trying to crawl all up in my uterus. Not to mention like thirty percent of the House of Representatives. And the entire Catholic church, plus some snake-handlers. It's a little crowded in there. It kind of chafes, in fact.

ZOMGs, how did I not know you had a website?

Despite my having written the earliest entries in June of 2009, I didn't make the site public until September 23, 2009. It took me that long to reconcile myself to the timesink of maintaining a blog. I reserve the right to not update during flashes of lucidity w/r/t how little time I actually have in my life for this.

How does it feel to know you're going to burn in hell?

So... a whole bunch of prochoicey feminist/progressive types all hanging out together... with a bonfire? Who knew: there IS a god!