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		<title>George, the Parasite – SF Ho</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2021 18:12:23 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Now, George begins to tell a story with no language. It is a story that could easily lull you to sleep. Underneath is another narrative. Hidden away, this other story is a parasite that burrows into the core of whatever’s nearby, wrapping itself around the cells of its host. The moment when the host realizes its permeation, that which makes up its mind/body is forced to shift its form. Deep within their most secret shared selves they feel an intense craving to seek out more of their kind...
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	"As an experiment, S F Ho throws characters from Dennis Cooper's literary universe into a speculative world of Burroughsian brutality and paranoia -- the result is George, The Parasite, a truly novel novel, a hybrid unlike any you've read before." - Derek McCormack (Castle Faggot) &#38;nbsp;


	"Reader, beware: the words in this book conspire against you and your grip on reality.
Films, love songs, crowds on a busy street, the corner of a room, and the human body itself find new and strange expression as, in the words of SF Ho, “images with no previous provenance.” [...] The text worms into the reader’s brain and deposits a secret so terrible and delicious that the world itself begins to fray.Fans of Samuel Delany, Kathy Acker, Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, and nightmares will find something to love and to fear."

 - Nat Pyper (19 in 2021)

 
George the Parasite is artist and writer SF Ho's first novel.  A wandering, lyrical remembrance, GTP is a tale of sex, embodiment, love, boundaries, captivity and consent, and a human who falls in love with an alien in a movie.

SF Ho is an artist, writer, and facilitator. Their parents immigrated to Turtle Island from Hong Kong in the 1970s and they have been living as an uninvited guest on the unceded territories of the xwməθkwəy̓ əm, Sḵwx̱wú7mesh, and səl̓ílwətaʔɬ peoples for the past eleven years. They’re cultivating a practice of wary sociality, never finishing books, and being sort of boring.

Content note: Sexual and intimate boundary pushing, torture, and death. Characters justify non-consensual behaviour while discussing consent.
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		<title>zurdo - nat pyper</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 16:21:32 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>The year is 69.69. In the wake of a civilization-crushing catastrophe known as The Great You Know What, a new people emerge. This writhing mass of just-now beings with their not-yet culture sift through the rubble of their un-society in order to recover the past. They are idiots.

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Zurdo, one such idiot, looks to historical artifacts in order to read—and misread—the future. The reptilian third eye on zir forehead has been shut since birth. But ze can feel it: a 1000-year-old truth buried deep between zir eyebrows. It is a molar of infinitude, a big waiting for its bang. &#38;nbsp; 
Zurdo believes that if ze can recover the past, ze might be able to finally open zir long-dormant optic for good. Ze has heard rumors of a lost film called The White to be Angry, and now ze has a name—Vaginal Davis. Equipped with these clues, Zurdo sets off in search of the not yet forseen...


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ZURDO..!︎

Nat Pyper is an alphabet artist. Their practice of publishing and performance extends from ongoing research on counter-cultural queer histories. They published their science fiction serial 19 in 2021 with Martian Press. Their book A Queer Year of Love Letters: Alphabets Against Erasure was published by Inventory Press and Library Stack in 2025. They are based in South Brooklyn, NY.

Advance praise for Zurdo..!
	"If language is a virus, Nat Pyper is the vaccine" 

GB Jones
	“Nat Pyper has created the narrative device of my dreams, unlike anything I've seen or thought of before or even quite knew I wanted. [...] this is an impossible text not least of all because it exists in a world where the written word is a forbidden evil. 
Nonetheless Zurdo and zir author take us down the perilous paths of language and knowledge, through the orifices of the world, the gastrointestinal tract of the social body, the revelations of genderqueer archives, and the murky depths of our own mysterious motivations. 
I was reminded while reading Zurdo..! of devouring The Phantom Tollbooth furtively after school—this felt as singular and devious and clever. I loved every freaky little encounter in this anti-apocalyptic loser's journey. 
Gross, funny, horny, and ultimately... eye-opening.
&#38;nbsp; Lou Cornum


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