Body Fading

I have spent much of the past few days reading and looking at a new publication called More Caught in the Act…. an anthology of essays and portraits of female performance artists in Canada. These women, some of whom I know and have witnessed in performance, are united by a bravery that encourages them to use their bodies metaphorically, literally, and provocatively. I admire women, men, and trans people who share such bravery. I no longer have it. I feel more and more that my body is fading and I frequently fantasize about no longer having a body. I want to be a talking head in a magic oven or some present-tense television monitor that permits me to hide everything except for my face and my mouth in motion. I am not anti-body, but I am glad that mine no longer demands much of my attention.