So I read Paracelsus. What else is a girl to do? He says you can make a homunculus–that is, a very small man–if you put semen into a glass cucurbite and heat it for 30 days at the highest ventus equinus, which creates the embryonic form of a humanlike creature, a wriggling white paste, then incubate it for another eight months in the cucurbite, feeding it every day with your blood and maintaining a constant temperature.

I’m interested in the pleasures of the mutant body. I see the bounds of experience as inherently mutable and constructed, and seek to move beyond the human.

Dysphoria as a method. I understand dysphoria as a productive dissonance, a kind of guide that can lead a person to places where codified relationships break down and experience becomes open to radically new configurations.

Four dimensional bodies of angels enter the visible world in the form of a three dimensional slice which is always only a mutable fragment of a whole which is continually deferred. In Heavenly Bridegrooms, Ida Craddock defines mystical experience in terms of erotic transcorporeal contact with these four-dimensional entities.