by Zebulon House (Author)

The psychic surgeon crawls the psychotronic pornotopia of a New Hampshire after the future. In this speculative territory- afflicted with a gothic depopulation, and obscured in falls of ash, of snow, of dust- a traveling theater troupe works to articulate a trans erotics. Their play draws on latter day disjecta membra- among them, the surgical sex scenario which gives the work its title- to open as yet occulted heterogenous zones.

Here are clicks and clots, the crucible exchange of effluents: runnels of blood, flumes of chrism, clear urine, snot. Here are obscene valances and visual overlays, camed viewscrines and plumes of come. Here are thallus, prosthesis, trabecular bone, and florcock. Here are hands wound on hir clock, and the glansing despair tobefuckedwithit.