They couldn't show the cover of this book if they wanted to, its kind of explicit, a rodent tweaking a nipple and touching its vagina. The idea behind this book is best described in the notes.

"Cunt-Ups is a hermaphroditic salute to William Burroughs and Kathy Acker. I started on the project as cut-ups, in the original Burroughs sense, as deliniated in The Job. I used a variety of text written by myself and others. Per Burroughs' rather vague instructions, I cut each page of this material into four squares. For each cunt-up I chose two or three squares of my own source text, and one or two from other sources. I taped the new Frankenstein page together, typed it into my computer and then reworked the material. When my own source text was used up my cunt-ups were finished. The body with all organs slithers and lunges through netsex, psychic oozings, alien invasion, and serial murder. In ecstatic peristalsis the lover endlessly re/turns to life.

Is the cut-up a male form? I've always considered it so - needing the violence of a pair of scissors in order to reach nonlinearity. Oddly, even though I've spent up to four hours on each cunt-up, afterwards I cannot recognize them - just like in sex, intense focus and then sensual amnesia. They enter the free zone of writing; they have cut their own ties to the writer. She no longer remembers these disembodied shreds of desire as her text."

Reading this first makes the writing a lot more understandable, when pronouns change from he to she and genetalia changes from penises to vaginas in a single sentence. But I have to say this is a great piece of work... and I don't have any reason why I say such a thing. Strange isn't it.