Ovid said that metamorphosis symbolised the divine, except for the hermaphrodites metamorphosed body - that, he said, was a curse. Men of the church decided the painted object was a strategy to deify their beliefs and instil fear; to remind men of their power, and women of a chaste virginal motherhood they could only ever aspire to. The lily was a symbol of Mary’s impossible virginal goodness, Freud said it was a hermaphrodite… O’Keeffe, Chicago and Mendieta said the woman’s body was sacred, was divine, was a cosmic life-giving flower of the earth. I am the wombless, sexless, dual-sexed cavern of a woman; ever debated, ever liminal, ever two-fold. I have been excluded from dialogues and spaces of the sacred – I write my own: An ecofeminist manifesto for the transsexual/transspecies/plantthropocentric/otherpocentric renaissance. The othered bodies of sexual and reproductive enigma will leave the Wunderkammers of their fetishists and give infinite re-birth to themselves. Your gods are dead, worship me and my sisters instead.