Does humanness make you uncomfortable?
What might seem like a ridiculous question is one I’ve returned to many times over.
I wonder how it is still illegal to be ourselves—in the most naked and honest sense of self, the raw form we arrive on Earth in.
I wonder at the extent of damage caused by the perversion of bodies. We cloak what is utterly innocent in layers of objectification. Sold as a function of our humanity, we cover ourselves. A promise of elevation above primal animals somehow criminalizes the beings that we are, denouncing the human form to disgrace or indecency.
The body is the earth. The body is ever-powerful, with worlds within. What is of God, if not reality and life itself?