Mother and child, a classic motif in art, as it is always an acute topic of conversation, today we rather talk about how kids get slaughtered not in war, but by their mothers by abortion.

Who is responsible for slaughtering babies? The outcry and horror of human behaviour and lack of morals there is out over and over again. Women remain mainly the ones who are and stay moralised for their behaviour and actions towards unborn children. Men who participate in fertilising mainly stand there as who done it, not me, but her, it is her choice, was her choice. Fertiliser is not to blame, but the one who carries the child, as has always been the case to this day: women take the blame, are whores in shame whether they have the kid or not, sometimes even whether they fuck or not. What a weird world we live in. The same people who condemn abortion and women slaughtering unborn babies, do not stand as firmly or at all against arms deals, warring, do not stand against expensive daycare, healthcare, housing, food costs and education, which all are partly reasons people do not have babies. Moral outcry does not include atrocities against children in war zones, they do slaughter babies constantly. Moral outcry does not help people living in poverty, experiencing homelessness, abuse etc. Abortion is such a hot cookie and it is easy to paint a picture with the thought that every human is valuable, valued, when this is not the case.

Small child is a miracle and I do hope politicians take it seriously, the every step in every child’s life, not just birthing, which in countries like the US is extremely expensive for the family. One important issue is providing quality daycare which is inexpensive that children from all kinds of backgrounds can participate in the nurturing safe collective.

Men, think before you fuck, don’t participate in slaughtering babies.

Lucky sperm club and loads of fun? Do you have a choice and how much do you care? I would like to call out for responsibility for one’s own actions. Responsibility carry the person herself. Abortion is a very serious operation not just physically but mentally, and it is about taking or giving life. It is a tough decision to make. Blame and shame do not make it easier nor illegality of the operation.

How many people are born out of accidental pregnancies, sudden one night stands, rapes, lust, horniness, unplanned fun, irresponsibility and abuse or whatever. Are there people who are unwanted? It sounds terrible that there are or would be children that are not wanted. What kind of life is there without love and care? How is pregnancy an accident is of course somehow always, because we cannot never be absolutely sure when and how it happens, moment of making life. Is pregnancy still something people cannot avoid from happening? Is it responsibility of women to take care of, be it contraception or abortion or providing for the offspring. That is how it often goes. The blame, guilt, worries, care and loving are things women carry and give. It is a matter of chance and a pretty random event to be conceived, to become a human being and it is lucky, luck, as it is misery, sadness, boredom, difficulty and all that. And then yet to become a parent to which many are not prepared, ready for or able.

It is curious the thought how we like to see ourselves as designed and planned individuals, that we all have our part and place. Is it a shame to be born without being planned? Is accident even a good word to use. Hopefully loved and wanted, but not designed nor ordered. Accurately made, proper clean, planned standard mankind would be dull and without variety. Still what comes to how women use their bodies is up to women themselves, whatever the mess. It is difficult to plan how life goes.

Sex and consequences are lovely or less lovely. Can baby be a mistake, failure? Like heavy burden of being born. Strange questions, still they are very real.

Total nymph, researching abortions of Marilyn Monroe, chopping her into tiniest little pieces to know her.

My fascination, why such interest in her arise over and over again, to want to know her on level of cells, hair, gestures, partners, illnesses, miseries, lacks. Abuse and ill-treatment, which I see also is our constant desire to dig her archaeology, her vault, her blond, her mystery. What does she represent? What is the mystery is her ability to act herself, make herself the adorable wonder woman, joyous dream and a tragedy. The question is why one cannot be happy for what one has got? She is not happy because she is not her. She is not loved and followed for who she is but who she has created herself to be.