How I Became a Pro-Lifer (part 9 -- I'm skipping ahead)
The first draft of my first pro-life book, I wanted to be anonymous. I called myself Anonymous Pro-Lifer. It was on my title page and everything.
Why did I want to be anonymous? Fear. I was terrified of my mean pro-life book. I don't even know if I should call it a "pro-life book." It's more anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-abortion. It's way more Johnny Rotten than Mother Theresa, let me put it that way. And I had a serious (and entirely rational) fear that I would never get laid again.
So I was going to be anonymous. If I had to yell at the universe to defend my cowardice, I would yell something like this. "Just like Publius! Publius was anonymous! They were anonymous as shit! You can be anonymous and still be moral and important and shit. I want to be pro-life and anonymous so I can still fuck girls. What's wrong with that, universe?! What's wrong with that?"
So that was my master plan. You can believe me or not when I insist I am a coward who loves orgasms and wants to fuck the ladies while trying to separate out my pro-life advocacy intellectually and hypocritically because I don't want to mess up my fucking orgasms.
Anyway, I was driving my car, happy with my anonymous shit, and I hear a little voice in my head that did not come from me.
"You need to put your name on it."
So that's what I did.
Sometimes (not always) I do what I'm told. I'm obedient and I follow. Because I am not God. And I recognize an authority higher than myself.