not looking for God, only for myself

The moment women’s bodies—their reproductive abilities, their looks, their sexuality, their victimization—no longer have any social and political importance is the moment feminists can stop talking about our bodies and just “read, read, read.” When no one wants to regulate how we look, who we fuck, whether we have babies or not, and when zero women are abused or oppressed because of their female bodies, then we can quit talking about our bodies. And then I’ll ride my pink unicorn over the rainbow and we can all skip off together and live in a meadow. But for now, our bodies are the first thing—and sometimes the only thing—that society notices about us. Downplaying that reality by not talking about could be dangerous.