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The fibro is flaring, my spine is apparently telescoping, something was off about that pizza at dinner and I sit down to read the following. It continues in this vein for 150 pages:
OH HELL NO.
Wittig suggests that a culturally specific epistemic a priori establishes the naturalness of "sex." But by what enigmatic means has "the body" been accepted as prima facie given that admits of no genealogy? Even within Foucault's essay on the very theme of genealogy, the body is figured as a surface and the scene of a cultural transcription... This corporeal destruction is necessary to produce the speaking subject and its significations. This is a body, described through a "single drama" of domination, inscription, and creation (150). This is not the modus vivendi of one kind of history rather than another, but is, for Foucault, "history" (148) in its essential and repressive gesture...
OH HELL NO.
