Hello, my name is Bear and I have a few things that I would like to say to everyone out there about a few things. I am not going to be kind, I am not apologetic about what I need to say and most importantly I don’t really give two-fifths for a fuck if you agree with me or not. I need to say these things, therefore they are going to be said.

For the majority of my life, I have been incredibly blessed to be surrounded by a cadre of incredibly strong and supportive female-bodied persons. They have helped me mature and grow as a man and, more importantly, as a human being. Now while I was not blessed with what one would call a “supportive cast” in my family life, very early on I found that I made much deeper connections with female-bodied individuals than I did with male-bodied individuals.

Plus, a brief point here. I am also blessed to have transgendered, non-binary and gender-fluid individuals as some of my closest friends and loved ones, so please do not think the following is in any way specific to the female-bodied and identifying. I am inclusive in all things I am and do and while I realize I will make mistakes, I also realize that it is so very important that I change my behaviors to make everyone in my life the most comfortable they can be around me.

Reproductive rights are, quite frankly, none of my business when it comes to anything that is not directly attached to my person. I could stand up and walk out my front door and in three hours or so come home with a vasectomy. I can do this relatively inexpensively as medical procedures go and with absolutely no hassle over why I wanted to get it done and if it would affect anyone in my life in any way an even try to get me to change my mind.

However, if a female bodied person wants a tubal ligation, not only is the wait excessively long in order to get one, there is far more involved in getting one than just going to get one an that is where we run into a fundamental flaw in the world.

A long time ago, in another life it seems, my first wife decided that she needed to have an abortion. Without getting into the chaotic interiors of that woman’s mind, it never occurred to me to be against it. It was always her choice because it was her body and who the hell was I to tell her what she could and could not do with, at the core of it all, herself?

In the years since I have had the privilege of helping female-bodied persons to get the reproductive help they need. Now, mostly this was in a singular form.

I held their hands and snarled at mean people as they walked into a Planned Parenthood.

I held their hand through throngs of people who not only assumed they were going into the building to get an abortion but to say some of the vilest and horrific things it has ever been my misfortune to hear come out of a human mouth. I am a protester at heart, I will gladly stand up for anyone’s right to protest as a constitutionally protected right. However, there are ways you do things and then there is being a repugnant human being who shows a woman in need of help pictures of aborted fetuses on poster board and tells her that she is a whore who is going to hell for wasting God’s gift of life.


If you want to talk about God, let’s do that.

Genesis 38:24: “Tamar thy daughter in law hath played the harlot; and also, behold, she is with child by whoredom. And Judah said, Bring her forth, and let her be burnt.”

2 Samuel 12:14: “Because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme, the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die”

Hosea 13:16: “Samaria shall become desolate; for she hath rebelled against her God: they shall fall by the sword: their infants shall be dashed in pieces, and their women with child shall be ripped up.”

Numbers 31:15-17: “And Moses said unto them, Have ye saved all the women alive? … Now therefore kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known man by lying with him”
To say the least

I held their hands as they went into the building, most of the time for things as regular as pap smears and condoms, and I sat in the lobby as they went about their business, unless they asked me to come in with them to hold there hand because they were simply afraid of going alone. When we left I would do my best Bear impersonation and make sure everyone was out of our way before we safely got to the conveyance we came in and returned to a saner place, like the ghetto of Rochester.

Yes, this went off the rails a bit, but the point is the following.

It is not the right of anyone who does not have the reproductive organs to make laws for the reproductive organs. It is not the place of a male bodied person to tell a female-bodied person what they can and can not do with their own body.

I’m done with this, I will be speaking, like voice and audio, in the next few days and anyone who has ever heard me talk knows I don’t have much of a problem expressing my emotions when I am communicating vocally. I also swear a lot more and the mouth is incapable of making the typos I know are riddled throughout the written words I have here.

So, until I talk to all of you again, stay safe and sane and make sure you protect everyone and everything you love because there are very few people who are going to give enough of a shit about you To help you when the time comes.

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