my body is my fairy godmother
and i find myself furious that in years of academic women’s studies, in countless classes where we talked about bodies and oppression and trauma and rape and racism and transphobia, no one saw fit to write about or talk about bodies as fucking fairy godmothers. i dgaf what elizabeth grosz or naomi wolf or i.m. young say about feminism and embodiment if they aren’t going to fucking tell me anything about how my body knows everything important there is to know. i dgaf what they have to say if they aren’t going to tell me how my body can get me whole and free.
