Things I need to say out loud
Jul. 19th, 2011 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
juliekarasikNote: So, I have my ranty McRanty pants on today. This isn't in response to any one thing, or anything that's going on with me right at the moment. It's just a generally incohate rambling of things that I would, in the future, like to be able to verbalize in a more elegant manner; and maybe shoving this out into the world will kick some better eloquence into my skull.
This is my body. It it not the united states of fucking America (America has a constitution. My body does not have its own constitution. Many people are citizens of America. No one is a citizen of me except ME.), which means your right of free speech and everybody gets to have an opinion don’t mean dick. So long as your opinion stays inside your cute little noggin, we’re fine. We’re cool. We’re even toasty. As soon as that opinion you have about what I should and should not do with my own fucking body pops out of your mouth or your keyboard, I have the full right to shove it right the hell back up your ass because it’s MY body, not yours.
It’s my body if I’m eating or not eating something you think I should or should not.
It’s my body if I’m engaging or not engaging in an act or action you disapprove of, or think I should.
It’s my body if I have or do not have children.
It’s my body if I’m pregnant, no matter my age.
It’s my body if you do not have the ability reproduce and feel I should do so for you.
It’s my body if I am breastfeeding, or if I refuse to breastfeed.
It’s my body if I go to war, even on the front lines.
It’s my body when I’m wearing revealing clothing, or covered head to toe.
It’s my body if I live in a country you’ve never heard of, or right next door.
It’s my body if I have or have not had sex.
It’s my body if have had lots of sex, or only a little.
It’s my body when I am young, and when I am old.
It’s my body when I am attractive, and when I am plain.
It’s my body even if you resent the fact that I get a say about what I do with it and you do not.
It’s my body and you do not get a say in what I do with it, even if you really think you should.
It is my body, and you have no rights to it at all.
The privileges you are granted to my body are only that. They do not transmute into rights. Not now, not at some distant point in the future. You have no rights over any body other than the one you inhabit, and just as you have no rights over my body, so too do I have no rights over yours.
This is my body. It it not the united states of fucking America (America has a constitution. My body does not have its own constitution. Many people are citizens of America. No one is a citizen of me except ME.), which means your right of free speech and everybody gets to have an opinion don’t mean dick. So long as your opinion stays inside your cute little noggin, we’re fine. We’re cool. We’re even toasty. As soon as that opinion you have about what I should and should not do with my own fucking body pops out of your mouth or your keyboard, I have the full right to shove it right the hell back up your ass because it’s MY body, not yours.
It’s my body if I’m eating or not eating something you think I should or should not.
It’s my body if I’m engaging or not engaging in an act or action you disapprove of, or think I should.
It’s my body if I have or do not have children.
It’s my body if I’m pregnant, no matter my age.
It’s my body if you do not have the ability reproduce and feel I should do so for you.
It’s my body if I am breastfeeding, or if I refuse to breastfeed.
It’s my body if I go to war, even on the front lines.
It’s my body when I’m wearing revealing clothing, or covered head to toe.
It’s my body if I live in a country you’ve never heard of, or right next door.
It’s my body if I have or have not had sex.
It’s my body if have had lots of sex, or only a little.
It’s my body when I am young, and when I am old.
It’s my body when I am attractive, and when I am plain.
It’s my body even if you resent the fact that I get a say about what I do with it and you do not.
It’s my body and you do not get a say in what I do with it, even if you really think you should.
It is my body, and you have no rights to it at all.
The privileges you are granted to my body are only that. They do not transmute into rights. Not now, not at some distant point in the future. You have no rights over any body other than the one you inhabit, and just as you have no rights over my body, so too do I have no rights over yours.