The Constitutional Pal

Concept Notes: Radical Feminism & Radical Constitutionalism Fighting over Sex Work

These notes are an early attempt to map (or, make sense of?) the volatile intersection where radical feminism, radical constitutionalism, and the politics of sex work collide, clash, and sometimes cannibalize themselves. A war amongst bodies, rights, and revolution. On Notes and Incompletion: These notes do not aim to resolve contradictions. They gather them, like dangerous seeds. Every map is partial. Every collision unfinished. These sketches honor the risk of thinking without safety nets.

A brief note on Radical Feminism's general view on sex work (across borders, divergent battles).

Focus

Sex work as patriarchal violence; "choice" seen as false consciousness; bodies are political battlegrounds. Female bodies are grounds filled with sexual resources that the patriarchal culture eyes to mine, conserve, drill, derive resources from whether through force, manipulation, money or crises. Like an open oil field that must be fenced, regulated, and exploited, but never owned by itself, the female body becomes a territory under permanent contest where the dreams of consent and will rot. “Radical feminism” is not monolithic.

Thinkers?

A brief note on Radical Constitutionalism's assumptions about sex work and law.

Focus

Thinkers?

A thought on where their principles overlap (even if they hate to admit it, like The Awkward Family Resemblance).

What Radical Feminism and Radical Constitutionalism believe about the body, rights, and freedom.

Where the fights over sex work explode (key flashpoints).

When internal contradictions eat their own movements alive.

What new battlegrounds are emerging?

A reflection on how both can turn cannibalistic (e.g., feminists devouring feminists; constitutionalists eating their own strategy).

What if Radical Feminism misunderstood autonomy from the beginning?

What if Radical Constitutionalism secretly preserves the same moral judgments it claims to reject?

Is it possible for both camps to be (fatally) right — and fatally wrong — at once?

Why does every revolution cannibalize, devour its children?

Is autonomy even salvageable after capitalism?

What if "agency" is a mirage generated by trauma?

What if "neutral rights" are structurally incapable of grasping collective survival needs, because they fetishize the individual?

Closing note: an open-ended question or provocation, not a neat summary.

Future Fieldnotes (Ghostnotes?)

(Fieldnote, 2045):

"The wars of freedom collapsed into wars of markets. The laws promised neutrality but delivered nothing but cold dominion. The ghosts, it turns out, built the next empire."

(Fieldnote, 2060):

"Consent, once a rallying cry, had become a checkbox inside every algorithm. Autonomy flickered briefly — then was uploaded and sold at auction."

(Fieldnote, 2073):

"The last courthouse burned not with fire, but with laughter. Freedom arrived wearing borrowed clothes and a counterfeit badge."

(Fieldnote, 2081):

"Sex became a subscription service Liberation was offered — but only with a 30-day free trial."

(Fieldnote, 2057):

"The old feminisms came back, limping on prosthetic slogans. Nobody could remember if 'choice' had been a promise or a curse."

(Fieldnote, 2099):

"Autonomy was redesigned by committee. You had to fill out six forms to feel anger legally."

(Fieldnote, 2105):

"The Constitution was rewritten in emoticons. Every clause ended with a shrug."

(Fieldnote, 2112):

"Bodies no longer required identification. Ownership was assumed by whoever uploaded you first."

(Fieldnote, 2088):

"Somewhere deep in the ruins, a small group still whispered the old names: Freedom. Justice. Solidarity. They treated the words like endangered seeds."

Additional Notes for the Unfinished Map

On the Failure of Language:

Maybe freedom itself is a word too small to hold what a body knows.

On the Price of Neutrality

Neutrality is a country built on the graves of those it refuses to see.

On the Myth of Rights

What if rights were not shields, but mirrors? And some mirrors, once cracked, can only ever wound.

On Global South Feminisms

The map of liberation drawn in Paris or New York never fit the scars worn in Lagos, Karachi, or Bogotá.

On Thinking Itself

Thinking dangerously is remembering that every theory, once worshiped too long, demands its own blood sacrifice.

On Radical Movements

Every movement, if it forgets its ghosts, eventually builds a prison out of the very stones it meant to hurl.

On Incompleteness

The unfinished thought is the only honest one.

On Witnessing

Some violences are not spoken — they are only inherited, breathed, and carried in the break of the voice.

On the Violence of Safety

Safety is often just the name the powerful give to their cages.

On Ownership of the Body

A body is never "owned." It is only ever stewarded, temporarily, against the claws of history.

On Silence and Speech

Some truths can only be spoken once they have been betrayed.

On Imported Feminisms

Liberation scripted in the empire’s tongue will always mistranslate the wound.

On Forgetting and Survival

To survive, sometimes you must forget what survival costs. But the body remembers — under the skin, in the break of bone, in the refusal to obey.

Every constitution hums with the unfinished funerals of the ones it refused to save.

On Commodification

First they sold our hands. Then our faces. Then our data. Now they auction our desires before we even know them ourselves.

On Movements and Memory

Every revolution forgets the street vendors first.

On Law and Love

The law pretends to be neutral. Love pretends to be pure. Neither survives the market without bleeding.

On Failure

A failed movement still teaches the soil how to breathe differently.

Reading Dump

  1. https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/our-bodies-our-business/