It’s a sad year for my country. Other than the typhoons that came to destroy us, the lack of political will plagues us. A few minutes ago, I saw a friend post about the state of the Reproductive Health Bill and I couldn’t help but sigh. Another roadblock yet again in our political landscape and another reason why the upcoming elections are such a pain in the ass for me. Why are our candidates suddenly shy or silent in front of a clergy that they perceive to be vote mills? Don’t they know that our people are smart enough to separate the grain from the chaff? We know what we want and what we need. I just wish people would fight for us they way they often pledge to do so that we might move forward.
A few nights ago, I watched a woman roam the streets of Brazil handing out condoms and encouraging people to practice safe sex if ever they end up in someone’s bed. Last night, while watching reruns of Glee, Rachel made a good point in that Celibacy Club meeting–our best chance is to stay protected because there’s just too much pressure out there to procreate anyway and don’t tell me you haven’t felt it because I’ll know right away that that’s a lie. Sex is everywhere and I worry about this constantly because I have nephews and nieces who’ll need a talking to someday and I definitely want to be prepared and available when they do. Mostly, I just want them to grow up knowing that they have choices.
Everyone criticizes me for saying this but it simply must be said: People cannot act truthfully and purposefully as human beings if they aren’t completely free to do so and if they don’t have the choices. We cannot settle for “this” or nothing. Freedom doesn’t work that way and if we are truly to espouse democracy as our guiding ideology then there has to be room for information and choices. I believe that if our people had the choices available to them, a greater number would respond positively and responsibly.
All I ask from our lawmakers is the chance to see us act responsibly and the more I see progress hindered, the stronger my conviction on the matter grows. I am a Catholic but a woman first and foremost and without my biological nature, my faith wouldn’t mean much. It’s precisely this state of being corporeal that allows me to choose my faith and live it. Luckily, bill or no bill, I received the adequate information about my sexuality from my teachers and the books they let me read. I was informed about contraceptives as soon as I could spell the word and i have never been ashamed to talk about sex. Choice and being around supportive people allow us the opportunity to look beyond the surface and delve deeper into the meaning of sex. Without this environment I would have settled and lost my virginity without a care, gambling away my freedom with it. But I didn’t and that should say something about people with choices.
Everyday, I have a choice and I am thankful for it but today I can’t help but worry about women in my country. There are women who don’t have a choice and women who are too young to be forced to make decisions they don’t understand because of actions they haven’t properly been informed about. What about them? Are we so handicapped to think about them? Is this not the perfect time to make our voices count?
I haven’t lost faith yet because there are still people out there fighting for our right to choose. If you believe in this as much as I do, please hold on, keep fighting and pass the message.