Hell yeah, there is. And since I was a tiny little shit I had to stand up to play it because it was as tall as I was. I played the smallest and second largest on this chart (because I like extremes): http://www.moeck.com/cms/fileadmin/images/hinweise/blffamilie_L1.gif

I'm not.

You misread my comment. I am NOT okay with killing babies and I cannot conceive of a situation when I would do so myself. But I am also not okay with making a decision for another person like this.

DAMMIT, JIM, I'M A DOCTOR, NOT A-- Oh wait. Fuck.

I sang that motherfucker out loud.

He's asking himself the same thing every girls asks herself when first confronted with this conundrum: How the hell is anyone supposed to fit that thing in their pants and not look like they're smuggling a phonebook?

You and I are going to have to agree to disagree on this one.

I'm just saying I may never want to do it and that's just fine and dandy. Sex, contrary to popular belief, is not actually necessary to life. To the continuation of the species, yes. To a single person's life, no.

Because after birth, the child is a separate entity. A fetus in utero is not. There are times when it comes down to lose the baby or lose them both. That doesn't happen post-birth.
I think abortion is terrible, don't get me wrong. But I think telling someone else what they can and cannot do with THEIR OWN BODY is pretty fucking terrible too since they have to live with it and YOU DON'T.

It should have ALWAYS been rated R.

LOL you did.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Essentially something happens in your life that is so traumatizing that you have lasting side effects for some time after it's over. Veterans, sexual assault survivors, victims of pretty much any kind of crime or harassment, etc. can suffer from it. The effects range from depression to flashbacks to suicidal thoughts. It's debilitating and horrible and sucks ass like a poor college student and usually requires professional therapy to get past it, though it's really more learning how to live with it than how to get over it because you don't get it from piddly shit, so it's like cancer: it can go into remission with treatment, but the possibility of relapse is always there.

I aaaaaaaam, mothafucka.

God, I wish. But it does help when the nights get dark and lonely and the days get long and empty to know that there is someone out there that cares. Sometimes it's all you have and you cling to it because it has to be enough.

In a hot fucking second.

DAMMIT, JOHNNY!

You should. He's got awesome stuff. :D

*raises hand* I am ambivalent about it, so I identify as grey-ace. I have honestly never met anyone I wanted to have sex with and I don't desire it in general, but I acknowledge that there could be someone out there who is an exception for me.

Did you know that in some states if you are raped, your rapist is guaranteed CHILD VISITATION RIGHTS? So this assfuck comes along and traumatizes you because he never learned to respect other people's rights and now you have to see him EVERY WEEK for the next 18 years. Because that's not even more fucking traumatizing.
I *wish* every child was born happy and healthy to a loving family, but if wishes were fishes no one would go hungry and if wishes were horses everyone could ride. I think educating people on how not to get pregnant and why they should think carefully about the possibility and abolishing rape culture are all much better ways of ending abortion than telling someone that THEY can't make a choice for themselves because it makes YOU uncomfortable.