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Author's Note: I have been enjoined from sharing the details of my true romance adventure until such time that the other party is prepared to present her perspective on the affair arrangement...Pointer

In June of 2011 I arrived in Europe for what I hoped would be a great adventure; my only concrete plan, to visit Croatia. By September I had driven 6,000 miles and visited 12 different countries, all with a woman I met on the first Friday of my trip.

As an artist, from the beginning of my adult career, my work had been devoted to the problem of body acceptance, a goal that I would later learn was shared by a whole community of people called naturists, a humble portion of which I discovered residing in Poland, a country whose cultural conservatism does not lend itself readily to forward thinking. One of those forward-thinking Polish naturists happened to be Margo.

I was from America, land of the free...home of the brave. She carried the weight of Old Europe...domestic and religious poverties...stifled creativity. Anger. Sadness. Yearning.

Despite the cops in Vienna. Despite the rain in Veržej. Despite getting lost in Italy. Despite parting at Soest. Despite that night in Amsterdam. Despite our fight in Lisieux. Despite the storm in the Bois de la Roche. Despite that terrible morning outside Collonges. Despite the long road to Pielenhofen, we came back safe and sound and most importantly we were happy. We had started to learn how to listen. We had left the devils of the road behind and the devils ahead seemed just a little bit smaller. We had started to open up.

One of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger

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a collection of modern art prints and posters

During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.

I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.

Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.

Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.

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Science Fiction Reviews

I fondly remember the Scholastic Book Club catalogs I got in elementary school when I was a kid. I was always looking forward to getting them. It was fun to read all the descriptions and figure out what types of literature interested me the most, although it was particularly upsetting if a world literature anthology I liked was too expensive to even think about buying. I had to make informed decisions. Otherwise it meant a trip to the library and the hope that somebody else wouldn't have checked out any of my books-to-read.

There was one book that was always at the library but that I never had the courage to check out. It wasn't science fiction. It was a book about sex. I was afraid to hold it. Opening it made my heart race. I was afraid to be seen standing in the aisle. I had to switch aisles. I was a long way from the children's section but this was the one place in my world where I could see what a naked girl my age looked like. In the photograph she was standing in a line of girls and women, each progressively taller, older, rounder, fuller. If I had been able to at the time, I would've given this book a nobel prize just for this photograph. I wanted to know what girls were hiding and this was the one book that had the courage to show me the truth. Just having the chance to see the truth was satisfying, not to mention the fact that I was fascinated by the changes represented in those bodies. That I had to hide myself in a corner of a public library in Lincoln, Nebraska in order to see this truth opened up many questions for me.

The last time I was in a library I saw a grown man sitting in front of a computer unashamedly clicking through pictures of large breasts in bikinis on Facebook. If this man were able to do it, I'm sure he would give Facebook a nobel prize for providing this type of literature. He and I are products of a culture that fetishizes the human body. All primitive cultures fetishize something. They give it a specific charge, either positive or negative. It's the "why" that drives a community. Cowboys drive a herd of cattle by negatively fetishizing the land on either side. Men are driven the same way. For us to build a truly free society, one marked not just by sophisticated technology but also by a sophisticated culture, we will have to destroy the fetishes that drive us.

It doesn't matter what types of literature you like. Whether you like reading science-fiction or sampling world literature of an adult nature, just keep in mind that your choice is a little nobel prize of its own. Your choice dictates what kind of writing takes place. If you want humanity to live like cattle, do nothing. If you want to be a cowboy like me, see the fetish for what it is. Destroy its power.

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Samples of Fiction from Michal's CorpusMargo on a trampoline

An image of young Michal sitting on a potty in front of a typewriter

Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.

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Samples of Fiction from Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind

A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.

Frame #5969

im at the barge. its salvagable. but weve got dead and injured. crushed under supplies or knocked unconscious into the water.

Justin Bieber

17 December, 10:53 AM

Frame #96

jayce - i made a joke about bieber's mom. he hasnt .massaged. me since.

Expedia Cheap-Flights

26 July, 4:14 PM

Frame #164

david called. hes being deployed to the border. he couldnt be specific.

Expedia Cheap-Flights

27 July, 6:05 PM

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Samples of Fiction from The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars

An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.

When the press began to say that Jesus's Confederation was based on Cathedral Island, Jesus did nothing to dispute it. The error was built on already existing confusion; Jesus didn't need to add to it. Besides, anyone who cared knew that Jesus had blocked off Sand Island, not the territory around the Cathedral. Nevertheless, the error stood. Your father liked to indulge it. Using a sawed-off bed-knob as a mace, Jesus wielded it the way field commanders of the Old Republic had once deployed their troops: by swinging it forward, left and right, always with a firm flick of the wrist, like the parish priest or bishop who blesses his congregation with holy water. Jesus used it whenever his officers met with him to discuss further operations. Inside the sacristy of the Blessed Virgin Mary's church, they would come to look at their biggest map, which had all of their troop positions marked. They kept it locked in a cupboard with other sensitive information, and, when they met, Jesus used his mace to point things out; he would bang the table with it. Jesus's men soon began to call him 'Bishop.' Your father had chosen the mace for its ancient distinction (Jesus felt like the primeval warrior), but the truth was (as Jesus seemed to remember it from his father's books) that the mace had indeed been carried into battle by medieval bishops, who had been barred from the use of swords for some ecclesiastical reason. Anyway, the name was apt. Jesus became the Bishop of Cathedral Island, leader of Confederate troops fighting for truth. Your father embraced his new surname, particularly because it captured his spiritual leadership, which he consciously, though somewhat erratically, pursued. The word was ancient. Most importantly of all, it punctuated his separate identity, the superiority of his office, the remoteness of his character, and, most unnervingly of all, Jesus's growing detachment.

Verse 474 from the chapter called Arms

The Brigade might've been relocated (or disbanded even, considering the Union army's expansion in those days) if not for the efforts made by northern districts in Wroclaw to lobby the President's office. Their local economies were intimately tied to the presence of a Polish army base and Handerek, belonging to the political party whose coalition was ruling Parliament (with single-digit support ratings in local polls), could not afford to lose a single district in the upcoming election. The bureaucratic mess in Warsaw helped, and, as long as Handerek made sure the soldiers of the Twenty-third didn't starve to death, Poland's defense minister was willing to look the other way. Without his support, no one, especially not the head of Section 1-A (the administrative section of Poland's general staff), was going to be convinced - by Lipski or any of his higher-placed friends - to do anything to change the god-awful status quo. Lipski was on his own - with a rising suicide rate, and no better method of upholding effectiveness other than harsh discipline and merciless drills.

Verse 18 from the chapter called Arms

Jesus put his fingers inside her. She moaned, squirming around and bucking. This lasted for a while and didn't end till Jesus grew more and more conscious of something slightly abrasive. Not knowing what it was, he tried to figure it out. There were granules inside your mother. He was moving granules against her inner walls. Jesus was confused. Why were there granules inside your mother? Then he realized it was sand. Sand! There was sand inside your mother's vagina! Jesus laughed. Removing his fingers, he couldn't help but chuckle uncontrollably. Your mother must have been confused for a moment, but once Jesus wiped his fingers on her belly, she understood. She also started chuckling. There was sand inside her vagina! Just like the good old days.

Verse 635 from the chapter called Security

"Years and years ago," said Hitler, "I was just a young boy, but my dear father let me run around Centropolis willy-nilly - this was long before the Revolution, mind you: there was no question of being harmed - I was standing in the courtyard before the steps to the great Pyramid when, all of a sudden, this huge, old miner came up to me out of nowhere and put his huge, dirty hand on my shoulder, looking down at me with his huge, dirty face - those eyes: those blue eyes of his were standing out like gems - he said, 'Boy,' with his booming voice, 'Do you make yourself conscious of how that crack found itself on that there pyramid? Do you know who made that crack?' I shook my head. 'That was Sherman 'Lucky' Panzer the Second. You know how he made that crack?' I shook my head. 'Well, God Almighty! Let me tell you the story. Sherman 'Lucky' Panzer (not the Second, but the First) was the greatest, meanest, awfulest man ever to walk the Martian surface. You know what he was?' I shook my head. 'He was governor!' said the miner. 'He had five hundred privates - you know what a private does?' I nodded. 'You do?' said the miner.

Verse 59 from the chapter called Childhood

I was enamored of something: that is the truth. The creature was timid, or at least seemed to be so. It was bashful - supremely bashful - in fact, gloriously bashful, I decided, in the deepest, reddest chamber of my heart. This careless captivation: this momentary loss of self-consciousness that affected her eyes and made her hold my gaze for a brief moment: this almost immediate turning away and hiding of her face was a mark of modesty, that blessed virtue which remains - though largely symbolic - one of the most important of virtues - a necessary and heartwarming gesture that modern women have all but abandoned. I was grateful for it.

Verse 438 from the chapter called Bohemia

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Samples of Fiction from Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed

A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.

There was no crisis to focus her, nothing to concentrate her diffusive awareness, no menacing problems to solve, real or imagined. And suffering this deficiency, she was a prisoner of her own manic interest, which only gives her temporary fixations, like her concern for my lack of music, which lasted long enough for her to alleviate my problem, but which was not strong enough to bring Indiana out from her social stupor: she was able to remain blissfully unaware of my extra labor: the share of work that she was unconsciously neglecting. But that only meant that everything was normal. There was no undue stress on the poor woman, and I was grateful.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 33, Analyzing Social Encounters, Paragraph 4

I was driving in Nike's car; actually, I was being driven. Nike was driving and I was floating beside him. Sometimes, I came rather close to his face, especially when he turned right. But when he turned left, I was pressed against the passenger window. Apparently, in my dreams, centrifugal force can still control my consciousness. Even as he went over a bump, without hitting the roof, I would bob up and down - very strange.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 1, Relations Between Siblings, Paragraph 7

There was something else different about this dream: unlike the first two, I did not feel my own presence. That was truly disturbing. I don't know where I was - or, I should say, I don't know where that thing was which I was considering to be a projection of my own consciousness. Oh, but that is truly disturbing: why must I write such nonsense? All this dream business has me writing psychobabble: the worst kind of sex-driven mania.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 1, Our Constitution & Constitutional Reform, Section 1, Losing Oneself, Paragraph 4

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Samples of Fiction from Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla

A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.

Junior admired golf. It took an amount of discipline he lacked in regard to women. He noticed similarities between the sports. In each case, though it was possible to play with teams, the goal remained essentially one of individual accomplishment. A man had to use his club to get the ball, or the contents of his ball, into the hole.

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring a bunch of horses

Positioning himself at the bottom of the table, Patsy said, "Okay. It looks like it's holding. Let's pretend you're regaining consciousness."

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring an honest investigator

"I can't wait for the animated version."

"I was getting to that. Scientists reconstructed her face from what were supposedly her bones. It was all over the news. The boys in there think I look like her."

Shephard smiled. He leaned in close. He inhaled. He whispered, "You don't smell so bad either." Pepsi giggled.

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring a man in uniform

Tatum groped her way through the corridor. This is unconscionable, she thought. How are people expected to live in semi-darkness-when a man like Uzumaki has terrestrial gravity?

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring a frank discussion of what it means to marginalize something

"Are they able to speak human language?"

"Eventually. Their ability to speak their native tongue is impaired. They lose a few liquid sacs. It's painful. It takes a lot of discipline to make it worthwhile."

"I'm surprised anybody would try."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story about what happens when people don't listen

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Samples of Fiction from Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall

A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.

FLETCHER: What do you know about it, pig farmer?

GREY GOOSE: Raising hogs teaches respect for discipline. I know what you've been doing. You've been putting the moves on Luke's wife: shame on you.

FLETCHER: There's a good explanation for that.

GREY GOOSE: All you've learned around here is how to chase girls.

FLETCHER: As if you never chased.

GREY GOOSE: I stopped when I found one I wanted: a woman who loved me back. You're too stupid to do that, aren't you?

MS. JACKSON: Grey Goose.

GREY GOOSE: She loves you, you idiot.

MS. JACKSON: Husband.

GREY GOOSE: What?

– ACT II, lines 471-480

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Samples of Fiction from Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats

A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

Orbitz pretended to consider the offer. It was obviously out of the question. Marriott's CPU was all the way in the Orion cluster. That's where he was heading. To steal her. There was no reason to waste time on a interstellar download. "Not now," said Orbitz. "There'll be time for that."

"How do I know?" asked a voice. It was coming from the door to the corridor. A man stepped onto the bridge. Except for the scars on his body he looked just like Orbitz.

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance dictated by my respect for Stanislaw Lem, if you know who that is

Orbitz Nombre Trois stared ruefully. "It took me so long to know myself," he said.

"What about the other one?" asked Orbitz Number One. "There's supposed to be four of me."

Orbitz Número Dos gestured towards the corridor. "Shall we?" he said. The three of them walked to the nearest lavatory. Inside was Orbitz's dead body. It looked like there was dry vomit on the floor.

"What happened?" asked Orbitz Number One.

Orbitz Número Dos said, "I don't know, do I?"

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance inspired by Stanislaw Lem, if you know who that is

Orbitz Número Dos laughed. "In this room there is only one person. We just exist in two seperate bodies." Orbitz Number One opened his mouth to speak. Orbitz Número Dos interrupted him. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "I'm flattered."

"Answer my question," said Orbitz Number One. "Are you saying I can't change my destiny?"

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance written with Stanislaw Lem in mind, if you know who that is

Love is the answer...

What are we waiting for? Let's accept it!

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

Still Life, Patriarchy

Contemporary wall art to remind us that Father always says Father knows best

To promote democracy, the strong must empty themselves of their strength. The weak must be granted the opportunity to grow strong. We cannot force the end of patriarchy. To do so simply perpetuates feudalism under a different name.

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  1. T-shirt fundraiser for sale

    Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser for sale.

    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

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  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

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    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

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    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

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  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

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    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

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    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

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    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

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    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

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    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

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    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

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  12. Felt earrings for sale

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    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

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    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

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