How can Men Feel the Pain of Abortion being Illegal

What does it take to get males to feel the pain of being female and living during the dark days of illegal abortion?

I have been told by men who are more than acquaintances of mine:

“You know giving birth is not a life time sentence for any woman.”

and:

“I’m a man and I won’t be needing an abortion anytime soon. But that’s how it is. I can’t do anything about it. If I could…well, I still wouldn’t.”

I have been captivated by imagining something that could convey what I think they’re missing.

I had a conversation with another male who agrees with me that abortion should remain legal. He considers it when he votes and as he conducts himself in this world. However, even he said something that put the abortion issue on par with, say, a distant economics issue.

I stopped him. “Wait. It is Not like that. That’s my whole point. It’s as if up till 1973, women were allowed to bash you over the head with a shovel. Finally, you guys got a law passed making that illegal. But now a bunch of female politicians are talking about getting rid of that law so we can shovel-bash your head with impunity again.”

He got quiet.

I asked, “What if I told you, ‘Why should I care? I’m not a man.’ ”

Yeah. Even he didn’t completely get it till then.

So. This being 2012, it seems appropriate to do a crowd-sourced collection of stories of a possible alternative history.

Imagine the following history. I invite you to write a fictional account of a male you knew or heard of and what his life turned out to be like during that dark time.

Up until 1973, in the United States, men who were involved in a pregnancy were required to wear their cock and balls in a bun for the complete length of time of the pregnancy they were involved in.

Pregnant women could let other women know which man was responsible. Any woman who knew a particular man was associated with a pregnancy had the right to see his bun holder at any time. If he didn’t show it or if he wasn’t wearing it, she then had the right to slice his cock down the middle and soak it in lemon juice.

The bun holder contraption was sold by prescription at local pharmacies. Men would wait till they could talk with a male pharmacist. Then they would lean over the counter, quietly asking for one their size, trying not to let any women hear. Manufacturers learned early on to put a holder two sizes smaller that the size printed on the package to guarantee a good fit. In the beginning, too many of them fell off and many men protested.

If the pregnancy ended in an abortion, the man could stop wearing the bun holder. If the pregnancy ended in childbirth, the man had to wear the bun holder solidly for 18 years except for 1 hour a week, the hour off being chosen by the woman who was impregnated by him.

Due to a massive men’s movement that lasted decades, laws were enacted to prevent this treatment of men.

But now a bunch of female politicians were talking about getting rid of these laws. Men were twirling themselves into a tizzy. Women flicked back that they didn’t care. Why should they care? They don’t have cocks and balls.

Feel free to add your story of men caught in this barbaric behavior before 1973 as a comment here.  If comments are closed, add a reply to the forum topic or send me a message.