Big Woof Jesse and his furry bf who goes out with him on full moons to make sure he doesn’t get caught on somebody’s farm, get hit by another truck, or get his picture in a tabloid but he just can’t seem to keep him from eating roadkill.
What if….Victoria was a closeted lesbian and accidentally marries Emily—who is bisexual—instead of it being Victor?
(Pt 1)
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In all seriousness though, I’ve always had this idea in my head since I first watched this movie twice in theaters and I’m finally making it come true because dammit I want to; this alternate story would’ve made my heart soar back when I was in the closet and had an embarrassing crush on Emily
I don’t remember where I saw the post, but someone once made a very good point about how reproductive autonomy is not tied to one’s genetic relationship to the fetus.
If I, a woman, donate eggs for another woman, who then has them fertilized by her partner’s sperm, I have no say in whether or not she chooses to terminate that pregnancy later on after implantation. Yes, I would be that child’s biological mother, but it isn’t my body that will go through the process of pregnancy, and therefore my input would be irrelevant.
So far no dude I told this to has been able to justify why they thought they, as the father, should have a say in what their hypothetically-pregnant partner chooses to do.
Nature did not distribute the reproductive burden equally between men and women and our legislation on reproductive issues needs to take this into account.
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