12-24-2007, 01:50 PM
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Staying Home
How's this for pro-choice propaganda?... 
Staying Home
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It’s New Year’s Eve a few years back: candles are lighted in Emily’s “cozy one-bedroom” apartment, iTunes shifts seamlessly from the Magnetic Fields to Maria Callas to Nina Simone, and although we love to look out her second-story windows at the packs of people clamoring between bars and parties, and although we half-made plans to go to bars and parties ourselves, there’s no way we’re going out. The abortion is scheduled for two days from now, and we’re holing up.
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OK...She's gonna have an abortion...Let's continue...
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Over the course of the evening, a few friends call. Each time I say something like, “You know, we were going to go out, but Emily’s just not feeling well.”
This is true. She has been nauseated for almost a month. I tell them, “We’re just going to stay in and stay warm.”
Emily listens carefully from the other room. The abortion is no one’s business but ours, we’ve decided.
“But listen, have a good time.”
We’re adults, we’ve decided. We became pregnant alone, made our decision alone and will face the aftermath alone.
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Yeah...Face it alone...
And then write an article in the NYf-inT about this thing that's "no one’s business but ours"...Way to keep that on the down-low...
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At midnight we’re thankful for the partygoers who haven’t reached their destinations. Shouts of “Happy new year!” come up to us from the rolling party on the sidewalk. I take our Champagne to the window and pop it; we kiss, toasting, “To us.”
Emily has only a sip. She doesn’t want to drink while pregnant. “It’s just not something you do,” she says. Even though the pregnancy is scheduled to be terminated in two days, there’s still something — someone? — inside of her she doesn’t want to hurt.
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Nice logic, huh?... 
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We do the dishes, blow out the candles, put a teaspoon handle down the Champagne bottle’s neck (to keep the carbonation — it seems to work) and put the bottle in the fridge, brush our teeth, climb into bed and have unprotected sex.
“I’m not going to get more pregnant,” Emily says.
I’ve never felt pleasure more guiltily.
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Except sharing it in the paper that purports to print "all the news thats fit to print"... 
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