So after reading a bit of Exile and Pride, I thought it interesting that Eli Clare considered his body as what was home to him. To me, home had always been anything BUT my body. For instance, the roof I live under is considered home to me, the neighborhood I live in is considered home to me, being surrounded by my family and their mannerisms and so on. When looking at what my body is to me, it’s just simply that . . . my body. I look at it as a piece of property owned by me.
Then Clare starts putting labels on his body, such as queer and disabled, which describes who he is and how it describes his body as home. In relation to my own body, I’ve never considered even putting labels on it because the idea never occurred to me. Don’t get me wrong, my body is very special to me, because it was given to me specially when I was born into this world, but I just can’t come to the point of naming it home, and putting labels on it. That seems kind of abnormal to me. Instead, on an ending note, I’d like to also look at my body simply as a miraculous piece of work that serves as a protection for my soul, which is in charge of my inner thoughts, actions, etc., contained inside.
Unruly Bodies 
Talking about the relation you and Clare have with your bodies brought up a lot of interesting ideas. This blog post and many others I’ve read over the semester have brought up the notion of people’s bodies being separate from themselves. That’s what I think anyway. Their bodies being a source of extreme hate and later transitioning into an acceptance. I had never thought of my body as anything but just a body, it was neither part of me nor separate. Growing up, I was always taught that our souls are always reincarnating themselves after we die and that we would get new bodies and a new standing in life. Which made me think that our lives were somewhat recyclable. It’s interesting how we think of our bodies as our property and some think of it as a tool to make statements with.
Clare also made me think about this. The body can be so many different things, it can be a home, it can be a vessel, it can be an instrument, a story teller. Our bodies can be whatever we want them to be and they can be nothing at all if we like. And I think that’s my favorite thing about the body.