“This section of the world that I’m inhabiting slows down, zooms in. Like a stretched rubber band it suddenly contracts, and I am lovingly punched with an orgasm.”

“A long time ago, I met a porn star. Several years later, that porn star died. People still watch her porn movies. In the porn movie, the girl is alive. In the real world, the girl is dead. The porn star is Schrödinger’s cat, and no one knows what to make of her. She has entangled you.”

“Art is simultaneously a reflection and reaction to society; its mere intention is to be honest and unfiltered. If this is understood, why then does sex now cheapen the artistic message?”

“Her choice is between sexual object and human subject. That’s always been a false dichotomy, one built to separate women into good girls and damaged sluts, then exert control over their sexuality at both ends. Hysterical Literature hits the internet at a time in human history where it is increasingly possible for women to obliterate that distinction, to express our sexuality without surrendering our agency.”

“PS: To my parents ( who I know will read this), I hope that you are as proud of me as I am of myself. I pray that you see the merit, the revolution that I am a part of, the importance of this project.”

“When I first watched this video my eyes fixed on Amanda’s nails. Quick talons. I keep waiting for a tapping sound. It doesn’t happen, but I still hear some kind of rhythm — the syncopated beats in Burgess’s strange wordplay.”

“But despite being a project I’m deeply proud of, it has been challenging to deal with the intense scrutiny by the art world for my participation in this work, while my male counterpart rarely dealt with any.”