The nature of our human bodies?
My body has been politicised, marginalised, fetishised, financialised, and commodified.
Used, exposed, and ignored.
And yet it is still mine and I choose how to own it.
When I think about the use of a material body I think about the effect it has on things around it, and on the people and places it comes into close contact with. How it helps to reinforce other people’s ideas about what it is to be a person that someone like me appears to be. If we refuse to confirm what others might expect, what can the impact be?
If we refuse to be bought or sold, and if we refuse to be, at once, exposed and ignored, then what?
If we are in our bodies, limited processes, and not infinite objects, what processes can we be which might inform the world around us and a positive future? My living body is a space for political struggle and it is evolving and decaying at once.
How should we demand the right to decay in joy?
And how can cultural openness, amalgamation and acceptance allow our species to feel more united?