Whose labour is this sector built on? Whose labour is your career built on?

Professionalized feminist spaces, too often, mirror a colonially shaped development sector: deifying individual brands over collective work, incentivising a pacing that has no real time for reflection, accountable relationships, or imagination, funding solutions that are piecemeal, short-term, and inherently extractive. And yet, to imagine a new world, to tenaciously insist on bringing feminist visions of the world to the centre when every system incentivises and insists there is no other way, are deeply laborious acts. The imaginations of our feminist collectives, groups, and movements are precious.  At the heart of our feminist imagination for the world  is a world where we can rest, knowing we are taken care of. A world where the quality of our survival is not predicated on how much we labor, how much we earn, or how many compromises we are willing to make with machines and systems of death.  

When we imagined labour, we imagined fire ants, amorphized into a playful dance. Picking up the pieces left for them by the ants before them, and transporting them to the destination. Working in rhythmic, detailed collectives to transform waste and excess into new organic matter. Often unseen in our day to day lives and yet so vital to the tending of our day to day lives and systems.