A very very long time ago, women were told that they needed to have kids. They didn't have a choice. Put on that tight corset, raise your skirt and let me stuff the future governor of Chicago up your vagina. They were lucky. Now I have to make a choice. Now I have to decide between this boring life I'd earned blindly, graduating, forming my thesis, getting my Ph. D, and then getting home and eating chips for the next four years. Or something new and dangerous, the love of a woman, the sweet toxic love that would kill me.....Before my Republican mother got to me first.All Rights Reserved