Goldenridge was just an ordinary place. Yet in that ordinary place was something magical.
To the naked eye, people would think it was just an ordinary driveway. To us, it was a place of wonder. A place of peace.
It’s where I had my first real kiss with a boy who didn’t deserve it. Where I had kissed another, who never knew he had my heart. It was the center of everyone, where everyone would oddly feel at home. It’s seen many sunsets, but very few sunrises. Where truths were spilled and secrets where kept. That simple driveway was the perfect place to dance around in the rain, and would hold its warmth in the winter. What I wouldn’t give for one more night at the most comfortable place I’ve ever known. To have the best group of friends to converge on a silly 20x30 patch of asphalt.
Just because I am a woman who does not want a child, doesn’t mean I should get strange looks. Just because the sheer thought of having a parasitic fetus inside of me not only disgusts me but also creeps me the fuck out, doesn’t mean I’m any less woman then the next. Do not shove your views of what a woman should be, down a woman’s throat. Don’t tell me that my body was made for child birth. My body was made for nothing but keeping me going, living and healthy.
I’ve always had a problem with the the thinking behind the meaningless tautology in the last two panels. It’s a dangerous oversimplification of how human communication actually works. No doesn’t always mean no and yes certainly doesn’t always mean yes in the literal sense. In order for a world like that to exist people would have to never say no or yes when they didn’t quite mean it.