Hell To Pay

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When I was 19, I was brutally sexually assaulted while attending a music festival in a tiny town in Illinois.

In the days and weeks that followed my rape, I felt like my body was betraying me.  My senses were completely off kilter: my food tasted bitter, my sense of smell was heightened to an alarmingly abnormal degree, and my vision was hazy.  I began to be extremely concerned that my rapist had impregnated me.  I can’t begin to explain the emotions I went through, but the thought of that coming to pass was so threatening that the only thing that kept me from completing suicide was the knowledge that I could have an abortion legally and safely.  I later learned through my process of healing that the sensations I was experiencing were somatic manifestations of acute post traumatic stress disorder.

I was born with bodily autonomy. I have the right to consent. I have the right to not have my blood drawn or my organs removed against my will, even after death. I also have the inalienable right to decide, for any reason, to end a pregnancy based on my own authority because I have the right to life and liberty. To date, I have not had to make that decision because I have yet to become pregnant. Throughout my life, I have supported women, who have become pregnant and had abortions, and I have supported women, who became pregnant and chose to carry the pregnancy to term. I have supported a woman’s choice in all circumstances and situations.

A year ago, a bill was passed by the legislature in the state where I live to restrict abortion access after six weeks of pregnancy.  Not only would this archaic piece of legislation effectively ban access to abortion before most women even know they are pregnant, it would deputize private citizens to sue anyone who “aided and abetted” a woman in obtaining an abortion after six weeks of gestation.  It could be the medical provider, a family member, an employer, or a friend. In response, the people in my state marched in the streets.  We voted.  We donated to abortion funds.  We implored our federal government and the Supreme Court to protect our constitutional rights.

In September of last year, I effectively lost my bodily autonomy.  I have less rights than my mother did when she was my age.  The Supreme Court did nothing to intervene.  The federal government did nothing to intervene.  It has been 246 days. 

Never before have I written a blog post addressed to a specific group of readers. I realize that you do not come to Cuckoldress Musings to read about sexual assault or senate bills. I know that you come to this space to indulge in my musings about cuckolding and sex, and I never take my audience for granted. However, recent events have compelled me to reach out to one specific type of person who I know reads this blog. And there are a lot of you.

This post is for the people who read this blog who are immensely aroused by the cuckolding relationship dynamic and also hold conservative political views.  Specifically, this post is for those people who are interested in cuckolding but have expressed anti-abortion sentiments and voted in alignment with restricting reproductive healthcare.  Most specifically, this post is for men with cuckolding desires and conservative views, who would like to encourage their wives or female partners to explore the lifestyle with them.

If Roe Vs. Wade is repealed, that will likely never come to pass for you.

Cuckolding relationships will never be viable in a society where women do not have bodily autonomy.

Sure, you could be fortunate enough to live in one of the 16 states and the District of Columbia that have laws that protect the right to abortion.

Or, like me, you could live in one of the 23 states have laws that could be used to restrict the legal status of abortion. 

At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter.  Because the fear that comes with the loss of this fundamental human right will have struck deeply in the hearts of American women.  

Cuckolding relationships will never be viable in a society where women do not have bodily autonomy.  The very foundation of a true loving cuckolding relationship relies upon a woman’s inherent agency over her body and the compersion that her cuck feels when she steps into the power that accompanies that agency. 

So, if you belong to that group of people who I have addressed this message to, I have one single message for you: You’d better be on the front lines with us fighting like HELL for women to have accessible and legal reproductive healthcare.  Cuckolding is about empowering women.  If you cannot empower a woman to make the most fundamental decisions about her body, then you have no business calling yourself a cuckold. 

If you are reading this post and you support a woman’s right to choose and see the obvious relationship between bodily autonomy and cuckolding relationships, please spread this message far and wide.  Support the women in your lives.  Support abortion funds and reproductive justice organizations.  With your dollars, with your time, and with your energy.  Most importantly take care of yourself.  Your mental health and body matter too.  And we need both to be healthy.  We have the fight of our lives ahead of us, and there will be hell to pay if Roe is repealed.  

These are abortion funds and reproductive justice organizations I support:

Tell them Scarlet sent you.  Then take a screenshot of your contribution and email it to me at scarlet@slutsisters.org and I will respond with an expression of my personal gratitude. 

I would like to send a special word of thanks to my dear friend and SlutSister Mistress K of the INCREDIBLE blog Headstrong Hotwife. Her support was critical for this post. Go visit her blog and show her some love!

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