October 2009
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Feminist Luxuries
Yesterday was my second and hopefully last abortion. I want this to be my last not because having an abortion is a traumatizing experience — it’s more enjoyable than the dentist, actually — but because it’s expensive and the put-nothing-in-your-vagina-for-two-weeks restriction really puts a dent in my morning masturbation routine. No, I hope it’s my last because...
My body is not me.
My body does not look how I want it to look. It does not behave how I want it to behave. It works against my intellectual desires and uses high school basics, like biology and trigonometry.
My body works against me. My brain is trapped inside, a prisoner manipulating its captor for daily luxuries.
Migraines, pregnancies, unexplainable twitches and itches.
My body is not me.