All hail Abi Palmer’s Slugs: A Manifesto, at once an addictive art world gossip column, a crip phenomenology, and a glistening, utopian theory of gender, queerness and desire. From these sticky trails the slug emerges as a slippery figure of dissent and persistence, whose very provocation of disgust ensures its survival. Palmer’s ode to the slug — sexy, mucosal and complicated — is essential reading for anyone interested in the headfucky negotiations of being a body.” Daisy Lafarge
