 in James Statz how it said there was like 6% that said they didn't know a LGBTQ person or whatever and I'm like I have it like literally all over all the time so now you know one she's standing right here in front of you so when oh right I need tech help my thing isn't here I need my thingy I joke that you know if I want to transhumanist I'd be a Luddite because I don't know how any of this stuff works I don't really care people smarter than you'll take care of it I'm the talent I'm just kidding I'm just kidding but it is really funny listen you two guys talk about gender because I like to study gender too and I'd like a billion things today and it's to say and I'm like for once a month gender today at least explicitly I will be talking a lot about what how did you say it biological meat sack I'll be talking about my biological meat sack and I'm rather attached to my biological meat sack I like it all right that's okay I'll just click my little thingy from here and I'll just kind of stand center and do it like this so today you'll have to forgive me a little bit I would be doing a little bit of reading to you because today I will be reading you a story because everyone knows stories aren't controversial so if I tell you a story everything I'm saying is totes legit I remember the first time I met death it was a brief and horrifying experience the second time I met death it was far more alluring the second time I couldn't tell if death was friend or foe despite these two interactions with death I still don't not know death and I prefer to keep it that way I was formally introduced to death in 2010 I had only heard whispers and myths of its existence but didn't take death seriously until it threatened the life of my unborn child I knew him before he was born and it was more than the figment of my imaginations of the projections of a loving mother I knew him as much as anyone could know a human that lived inside their body we shared the same flesh and blood for nine months and every time I vomited I clutched my abdomen and whispered it's okay I'm gonna get you here safely every time I gagged on a pill to combat pregnancy induced anemia I whispered to him it's okay I'm gonna get you here safely whether I was saying these things to him or myself frankly didn't matter for those nine months we shared the same body I was 26 years old lying naked and awake on an operating table a team of talented doctors and nurses attempted to safely extract a human body out of my splayed uterus due to the complexities of my anatomy and morphology this wasn't a routine section though my uterus was a deformed mutated mess of a womb it got the job done it gestated two tiny cells into a full grown human my son who was nestled safely inside my body yet as I laid there on the operating table the promise I whispered to my son so many times was no longer in my hands his safety and well-being was out of my control I was compelled to trust in powers outside myself when my power alone proved insufficient my husband sat on a stool next to me while the doctors operated on me we exchanged smiles he never got used to watching the doctors cut into my flesh so we simply stared into each other's eyes probably more for his sake than mine the c-section seemed longer than the previous section I had two and a half years prior I began to worry the tone of the room shifted and muffled voices spoke with urgency our son had rotated from a transverse horizontal to position to a breach position and his head was stuck inside my uterus my misshapen uterus the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck so with each pool he was being strangled the anesthesiologist noticed my heart rate began to rapidly increase she next to me he tried to calm me down but it was useless how could I calm down my baby was suffocating I felt a sudden amount of pressure on my abdomen as the nurses pulled with their bodies I felt a huge rush of relief as the weight of our baby left my spinal column the doctor said he's here he's out I tried to compose myself waiting for our baby to cry there was no sound there was no crying there was no breathing there was nothing and the silence was terrifying in the quiet chaos my husband stood up to see him but a nurse abruptly interjected dad sit down there was too much force in her tone something was very wrong I managed to choke out from the operating table why can't I hear him crying everyone ignored me as I laid there exposed I looked over at my husband and there was I rarely see he stepped back from the blue sheet separating me from our son and bowed his head to the floor he seemed to be praying it was always so natural for him the doctors rushed to help our little blue infant everything was happening so quickly I heard one nurse saying pump him pump him again one more time I heard the clicking of more machines working to resuscitate my son I didn't know what was going on and frankly I didn't care all I wanted to hear my son cry I felt completely helpless finally I heard him it wasn't the strong scream or cry of a thriving baby but it was enough to let us know that he was alive at that moment his muffled cry was the most wonderful sound in the world I couldn't help but cry with him I looked over my husband to see tears filled in his eyes to five minutes until the doctors resuscitated our baby but even five minutes is too long to believe your child is dead the first time I met death was a brief and horrifying experience if you ask my now nine-year-old thriving son about his entrance into the world he will tell you he was resurrected well he likely won't answer you because he's incredibly shy but I will tell you what he told me quote if people don't believe in resurrection they need to come talk to me because I know things about heaven and resurrection that other people just don't understand in his mind resurrection isn't a matter of if but a matter of when reductively put the longer someone has been dead the harder it's going to be to resurrect them we are resurrecting people every day in his model we just need to get better at it in his model there isn't just one resurrection there is many possible resurrections you can be resurrected as many times as you need in his case we had the necessary technology to resurrect him if not if he had been born 50 years sooner even 25 years sooner with the technological advancements made he would have been one of the many babies buried by a grieving mother however modern technology changed all that my son further expanded on his theory by explaining to me if I died now and I'm alive now well this is heaven right now because if I died as a baby and then I was resurrected by the doctors so this has to be heaven or at least one type of heaven for Mormons this is not a new notion and doctrine covenants reread the earth may be sanctified of all unrighteousness and prepared for celestial celestial glory and how do we sanctify the earth of unrighteousness well sin and the scriptures taught one sin is death and Corinthians we read the sting of death is sin and in Moses we read the glory of God is to bring to pass immortality of humanity not only that it is prophesied in our scriptures that celestial glory is right here on earth and celestial bodies may possess it forever and ever but this is a promise only that we can choose we have to choose it God doesn't override human agency and Mormon theology and we are not idle participants waiting for God to do for us what we do for us what we can do for ourselves according to Mormon scripture my son's theory is right this is heaven and we have not received its highest degree of celestial glory unless we choose it with both faith and works every day I see my son's smiling face I am reminded there were doctors and technologists and scientists and people that decided death was a sin they watch dead babies being pulled from their mother's bodies and decided no more we can fix this no mother should have to bury their baby the second time I encountered death I wasn't scared because it wasn't my child's life that was threatened it was mine my third pregnancy proved to be far worse than the both previous both previous pregnancies combined the nine months after after conception were excruciating every complication I'd previously endured was heightened causing a new set of complications I developed malnutrition from vomiting that was far more persistent than before I was losing weight and retaining too much fluid due to polyhydromneose I developed anemia and suffered from chronic low blood pressure I would randomly lose vision in blackout I need to have surgery during my second trimester due to a digestive complication that was more painful than ever experienced in my entire life after suffering from eight months of vomiting and HG I decided to stop eating I could no longer bear to vomit starving seemed less painful than vomiting I lived off the supplements and broth I lost more weight and I eventually got to the point where I couldn't walk up and down the stairs without the help of another person my skin turned to a lifeless shade of white due to the persistence of the anemia my body was falling apart I did not doubt my will to give my daughter life but my body simply wouldn't comply the morning of the C-section came as usual they prepared my body and once again I was hooked to machines that had a new found presence in the room I didn't even mind the piercing of the metallic needle entering my spine it seemed routine by now I lied down flat on the operating table and listen to the humming of the machines while the doctors cut into my flesh my husband lovingly ran his hand across my forehead and swept my dark hair from my eyes as we waited to hear our daughter cry right on schedule she arrived perfectly as planned healthy and strong I smiled at my husband with relief he had he held out our baby girl for me to see I wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold her but my arms had lost all feeling instinctively my husband saw the wordless yearning in my eyes and brought her closer to me so that our so that our cheeks could touch for a brief moment before she was taken away I watched them leave as I stayed behind for the remainder of the surgery where I was to be sterilized as the doctor operated she asked me do you mind if we bring in some staff to look at your uterus hi mildly laugh with a humorously humorously vivid case of deja vu after experiencing three sex C sections multiple surgeries and invasive procedure the idea of physical modesty was a laughable concept to me this wasn't the first time a doctor wanted a private viewing of my internal reproductive anatomy I confidently and smart softly said one more time absolutely anything for science she continued operating on me and said thank you I've never seen anything like your uterus before I replied yeah I get that a lot I actually don't need it anymore I don't mind donating it her voice became suddenly very serious through her surgical mask she said you still need this it's full of healthy red blood cells and you've lost a lot of blood and you're not fully recovered from your anemia you need this so you can get better you have given enough today I didn't have the strength to respond to her I waited patiently through the procedure in silence I listened to the humming of the beloved machines that kept me alive and were intimately connected to my new body while the doctors operated on me I couldn't help but have an overwhelming sense to sleep I was so tired and so weak all I wanted to do was close my eyes and dissolve into the darkness so I closed my eyes and welcome the blackness the gentle beeping of the machine monitoring my heart began to slow it was peaceful and inviting I indulged it was so easy time didn't seem relevant it didn't matter I couldn't feel pain anymore in fact I couldn't feel anything at all I entered what I call a dark paradise a man's voice interrupted my tranquility you need to open your eyes can you hear me from the opposite side of the room I could vaguely hear a woman's voice distance saying her heart rate is still dropping the man repeated with more force in his tone can you hear me I could barely hear him but responding seemed impossible the nothingness was so heavy I felt pain as I tried to regain consciousness I didn't care my eyes slowly fluttered open to see the blurry face of my anesthesiologist unable to comprehend the severity of his demand I was only mildly annoyed with his interruption of my dark paradise I closed my eyes again to retreat and muttered I just want to rest his voice seemed much more urgent no you need to stay awake I heard you have two boys can you tell me about them what are their names I paused motionless in the blackness of my mind trying to recall I could see the faces of my children but I couldn't recall their names had I forgotten them how could I forget my children's names I'm their mother my mind wasn't mine I finally had the strength to open my eyes which seemed abnormally heavy in their sockets and slowly said Preston and William yes I have two sons I love them so much I have a daughter too he replied warmly and said yes she's perfect can you tell me her name I strained trying to remember I couldn't recall her name until the words spilled from my mouth Elizabeth the woman in the background said her heart rate is beginning to stabilize I continued can I will only be gone a moment he persisted no you can't go now you need to stay with us tell me more about your children he persisted at our foggy conversation for several more minutes until the surgery was complete I'm sure if we had met under other circumstances I would have found him far less annoying regardless I'm grateful he kept me out of the blackness that beckoned me I never saw him again the second time I met death it was far more alluring the second time I couldn't tell if death was friend or foe the second time I met death reminded me that quality of life is just as important as quantity of life we all need something to live for when I look at my thriving five-year-old daughter I cannot help but see the full embodiment of quality of she lives every day with new excitement and wonder she is a creator dreaming up visions that defy impossibility the other day she called me to the kitchen mom mom look what I made she had taken all her finding Nemo fish collected all my mason jars filled them with water among with other things in the kitchen and attempted to create her own personal aquarium upon entering the kitchen she said look mom I made an aquarium for all my fish I smiled at the detail and care she put into her creation that was now covering dripping wet countertops and I asked her wow that's really creative how did you come up with that idea how did you make this and my five-year-old daughter looked at me as if I was patronizing her and said mom don't you know I can create anything at what age do we become so jaded or cynical that we leave impossibility at what age do we stop believing we couldn't create anything at what age did we throw up our arms and defeat when our visions became a little bit harder to achieve how could we possibly how could the impossible ever become possible impossible ever become possible if its possibility cannot be envisioned impossibility is a state of mind that favors obedience to conventionalism over the courage to create a child doesn't wait time and energy imagining what's impossible she imagines what is possible and then how to make that vision a reality she truly believes she can create anything sometimes I receive criticisms a bit a bit of feedback from people who think my work focuses too much on social issues and not enough on quote real transhumanist issues for me quality over quantity transhumanism has generally been concerned with quantity of life but what about quality and when I say quality I'm not limiting that definition of quality to medical conditions sickness injury aging or infirmity I'm talking about a quality of life beyond that what good is a healthy body if it's enslaved what good is a healthy body if you are never granted social allowance to share it with a lover if they happen to be the same what good is a healthy body if it's morphology or anatomy our grounds for subjugation exclusion marginalization and discrimination what good is the quality of life for women's bodies black bodies poor bodies queer bodies brown bodies beaten bodies oppressed bodies what good is a healthy body without love for critics of my queer work I ask what kind of future are you building is it one where queer folks are killing themselves what kind of future is that if it's a future that people don't want to live for no nanotechnology terraforming or biomedicine or pill can compensate for telling people that we can't be with the people we love all the people we love robotics nor space colonization can compensate for taking away someone's hope a future of eternal discrimination subjugation needs to be resisted with every ally we can muster this is transhumanist activism if we're creating an immoral future built upon the oppression of others that transhumanist vision is hell for critics of my transhumanist work I ask once we've achieved gender liberation racial equality sexual liberation what's next we all answer to the biggest oppressor of all death that it doesn't care about your gender doesn't care about your sexual orientation your race your likes your dislikes your religion your family your hopes your dreams your life it doesn't love you and even worse it doesn't hate you it doesn't feel it doesn't sleep it doesn't think it doesn't get tired it doesn't stop death exterminates consumes and negates life death comes for all of us oppressive systems will unfairly afford more time and life to others and this is exactly why we need social work in the transhumanist movement death shouldn't come more to a black woman in labor any more than it did to me we shouldn't ignore the discrepancies and maternal mortality rates according to race death shouldn't come to a trans woman any more than it comes to a cisgender woman yet where the transhumanist taking a stand against the violence perpetrated against queer bodies we are all running from the same and while that monster consumes life at an unchallenged banquet you and I we squabble over the scraps death lot left lying on the floor death gave us so little time that we squabble like vultures arguing over who's sexual orientation or gender identity is more legitimate than whose we fight over nations and plots of land that don't belong to any of us we draw imaginary borders and mother earth that somehow it's okay to take a baby from a migrant mother's arms death mocks us we bicker with each other while death feasts neither you nor I should be the one to take a baby from a mother naysayers will doubt that death is an oppressor let alone one we should stand against they may claim it's only natural natural selection will run its course yet might I remind you according to natural selection dead not only that my children are supposed to be dead so do you understand what I'm saying if death is something I'm supposed to just accept then my children and I are supposed to be dead I argue that instead of building coffins for babies well let's build technologies that keep babies breathing we've already taken arms up against death in ways we've never have before we are resurrecting those that would have been presumed dead by working to where nobody is beyond resuscitation as a species we are finding the prey oppressor in ways we never have been and sometimes it's okay to set aside our differences and take our efforts against death seriously I'm not so naive to think that this is an easy task or immortality and resurrection don't come with a set of new philosophical and logistical problems that can be explained away with a bedtime story I don't think that we will somehow achieve immortality on my own or that someday I won't die I probably will die and so will you but just as it was with my son his survival was beyond my power I had to rely on others and now we have to rely on each other if there are doctors that could resurrect my son perhaps there will some baby doctors that could resurrect me someday the hearts of the children might be turned to their parents I gave my children life I'm kind of hoping they return the favor I'm not saying it's going to be easy I'm saying this is only what our scriptures have prophesied what I'm proposing I'm proposing that we as Mormons take our efforts against death seriously and actually put faith in what we're talking about this is the spirit of Elijah I'm suggesting that together as the body of Christ someday we can truly say oh death where is I staying thank you