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Men, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

Michal's poring over the idea of enlarging his mighty Fiction Corpus with some real kid stories; cites fatigueDictionary icon

I regard highly the concept of administering English as a universal language. I do reject the lumbering steps through which the English language is presented for study.Pointer

Enhancing a person's adeptness with a language isn't like producing a more sonorous flute. A language - a common language - isn't merely a tool that you can learn to use with greater amounts of precision. A common tongue cannot be disassociated from the shared logic of a community of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.

To make people recite English is to rob them of its cultural context. A proper educator has to have a blueprint for introducing it; the discerning student goes out to seek it.

A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe words based on a specific corpus, a set of written language of various scope and consistency. A corpus might contain anything from a book about literature to a whole collection of book reviews. I burned many candles developing my "titanic" Fiction Corpus in order to form a distinct type of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in many different forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have sculpted a million words and I have enumerated them, reformulating them - not just to teach the English tongue but to be an advocate for the human soul, and to encourage that soul or spirit not just to recite but to happen.

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Help Prevent Torture With ArtOne of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

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 inspired by a young woman's struggle with self-esteem and bulimia, body acceptance had always featured prominently in my aesthetic. Having recently discovered naturism and its mantra of body acceptance in the United States, I was eager to explore the style and philosophy of naturist clubs and the beauty of naturist campsites in Europe. By a trick of fate, I found myself first in Bielsko-Biała, Poland. Margo's home.

From America I brought with me the American can-do spirit. She saw the car that I had bought, the terrible camp stove I had borrowed, and my sundry canned goods and challenged me to make-do. In my optimism I assured her that if we lacked for anything I would make up the difference. She assured me that if she lacked for anything she would find her way to the nearest airport and fly home. Luckily that never happened.

There were times during our trip when I thought there might not be a happy ending. There were times when disaster was close and I wondered whether I hadn't made a mistake. I wondered whether fear, anger or sadness might triumph and one of us would have to finished the journey alone. Though I dangled from the cliffs of Normady I was saved. Though the lights went out I rode on. Though I ran the tires down to the wire I was okay. We drove home in one piece. We came home happy. We had started the process of learning how to listen and the sound of it was beautiful. We could be sure that we were ready to conquer the devils that abuse us no matter how long it would take.

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

6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger

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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.

Michal's Dictionary:
Understanding the word Men

A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word men in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word men, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.

By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.

The more you know about where the word men is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of MenMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word men.

Video of me pronouncing "men."

Definition of MenMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of men.

I'm sure it won't take too long.

Common use of men in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. Men. Can't live with them. Can't kill 'em. I guess divorce is really the only option.

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  2. There are men who claim to have had sex with hundreds of women. I've had sex with one woman hundreds of times. Can they do that?

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  3. Men seem much more relaxed in each other's company than women are among other women. I wish it was different.

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  4. I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word men.

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  5. I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word men.

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  6. I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word men.

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  7. I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word men.

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Usage of Men in Michal's Fiction 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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Men, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word men.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Men."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word menand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.

Margo stretching her arms
Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word men, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Men in 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 #4422

it worked. the basement door was unlocked. were out of the house. nobodys the wiser.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

1 October, 8:40 PM

Frame #4611

i should stock up on food and fuel. go for a longer trip. im sick of orange county. nothing but cracked pavement and cheese heads.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

8 October, 5:49 PM

Frame #4216

all of a sudden im not sure i want to get on board the wells fargo. guns dont scream for help. sometimes women do. with bad consequences.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

29 September, 2:45 PM

Frame #4418

annes still in the basement. im putting the rest of the equipment back in the bondage room.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

1 October, 8:36 PM

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Usage of Men in 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.

Standing outside in the alleyway, Jesus would stare at the sign on the opposite wall. It was disgusting: both alley and sign, but especially the sign, which dangled over its old, abandoned storefront like a dead monkey. One of its two chains had broken from its plastic D-ring and now the sign, suspended from only one of its steel chains, hung unevenly, twisting about in the strong, dusty wind. The sign, painted on wood, was left untouched presumably for its old-fashioned look, or else for its macabre character. It was a profile of a black dog with a long rat's tail: an old, emaciated bitch with three pendulous teats coming down from her meager gut. The vandals who had repeatedly done damage to the alleyway in the past had probably respected the powerful gruesomeness of the image. Perhaps the store had been some kind of curio shop or else some kind of witchcraft accessory store. That hungry bitch with a rat's tail had probably been somebody's favorite familiar, thought Jesus.

Verse 196 from the chapter called Adolescence

"Thank him?" asked his grandmother. "For what? For coming to the funeral? Go ahead: go and see what kind of filth he lives in. But he won't let you in, Jesus, because they're ashamed: they know what kind of filthy animals they are. They'll take you up to the second floor, I bet. They've got two rooms in there that are 'finished.' Take a look at the bedsheets. Take a whiff. They smell like mold. They've got down comforters. They've got stacks of wool blankets - and for what? Nobody sleeps there! They've got carpets on every side: on the floor, on the wall - they're stacked in the basement: ten carpets I saw leaning against the wall; ten more, stacked on top of the floor. You know who bought those things? The Commandant's wife: she was the worst one of them all (God rest her merry soul): she would come twice a week from their house in town: she would cook for them, shout them down for not working hard enough, then go back: to their house in town! Why did she buy those things? Why did she buy a swing she never got to swing in? Why did she buy a massage chair she never got to sit in? I sat in it! After she was dead, I sat in it! It's a lemon! It's German crap! Why did she buy it? Was it supposed to be part of her estate? She's dead! She's dead and buried like everybody else.

Verse 260 from the chapter called Adolescence

I well remember how your father's mother struggled. Once in a while, her attacks were long and devastating, terrifying everybody else gathered around. Her skin would turn blue: she would look like a heavenly creature in hell, surrounded by devils, gasping for God's great air as if we lost mortals were choking her with our own breaths, bellowing out carbon oxides, unclean combinations of two otherwise beneficial elements: diamond air, which would form to cut through our hearts whenever we started feverishly running around to help her. We were dragons breathing smoke, as far as she was concerned. Give me air - she must have thought - not smoke! We would crowd around her unnecessarily; your father would look into her eyes, caress her face - but she wouldn't stop gasping. More than one innocent bystander must have jumped, as I often did, at the prospect of gallantly locking lips to give her air, only to sit back in self-conscious superfluity, cringing at the thought of one's potential motive.

She was so blue!

Verses 43-44 from the chapter called Adolescence

Your father waited. He watched a Polish Capitalist call someone on his radiotelephone. The man was worried; he went back to the check-in desk. He talked to a very short Italian man with a red face. The Capitalist came back to where your father was and called again. Then, the Italian man came. They talked. They smiled. They reached an agreement.

Verse 113 from the chapter called Adolescence

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Usage of Men in 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.

It was certainly amusing - and, I admit, I had to laugh the most - when our father introduced you, and, while Indiana stretched out her hand, you lifted that sopping wet arm of yours and seemingly offered her the most disgusting, dripping, weed-covered croquet ball I have ever seen. Now you may disagree, but if you had been in my position - which was not a safe one - but if you had seen things a bit more objectively and not through a cloud of unbearable pain, you would have sincerely thanked - and even, I daresay, rewarded - our dear little cousin - for it was most convenient that she ripped that ball away from your hands when she did: the joke was over, and since Indiana was still holding out her hand, and yours was still sopping wet, the situation would quickly have grown awkward had our cousin not broken its development.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 1, Genital Pain as a Result of Physical Trauma, Paragraph 8, Clauses 1-2

I hope she plays him again. I wouldn't want to be Liszt-less in the second act." It was at that moment that I determined, quite appropriately, that you make worse puns than I do. And I distinctly remember trying to convince you that Liszt had written that sonata during his greatest period (when the Princess Carolyne was living with him in Weimar, much to her own discredit, seeing as how she was never able to secure a divorce from her husband, and, consequently, Ms. Walters had imbued the piece with necessary anguish and passion) and that it was your responsibility as a gentleman to appreciate the sacrificial fruits of so many women.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 3, A Man's Charm, Paragraph 5, Clauses 7-12

I said, "Excuse me, but what are you talking about? What are these stones all about?" Nike explained that in one type of variety, the flesh clings to the pit, and in the other type it comes off clean. I said that from a practical point of view I preferred the latter, but I had to admit that in my experience the other kind usually proved softer and far more palatable. That was all I had to offer, but of course Nike kept going, and mentioned how peach pits were fatally poisonous: "Well it's mostly the cyanide that gets you.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 8, Partying with Intellectuals, Paragraph 3, Clauses 4-7

My dear brother, you did not wear your bewilderment on your sleeve, but I knew it as a twin knows it, as one who has constantly suffered it, and who has tried sincerely to overcome it (your bewilderment: do you know what I'm talking about?) Anyway...

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 1, Genital Pain as a Result of Physical Trauma, Paragraph 6

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Usage of Men in 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.

"Don't!" She stopped again. Silence. Nike squinted. "Where are you going?"

She thought about it. She said, "I'm." She looked off into the distance. She stared vacantly. She didn't seem to find an answer. She turned back. She whispered, "I don't know."

Nike smiled. "You said you were told to come."

She ran.

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story set in a forest in Paris where prostitutes gather

"You're incorrigible. Come on." Nike offered the woman his arm. After a moment, she took it. They walked together to the car.

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a useless twit of a man

She was a whitetail deer about to be caught once again in our headlights. Had she any idea we were stalking her-an innocent woman in the woods-what could she know? It was my dream; her nightmare. What was she to me? An image? A figure of a brave and beautiful woman? Vulnerability personified?

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a frank discussion of sex work

"Don't be afraid," said Nike. "That's just my ride. My friend was looking for me." The woman held her tongue. "You shouldn't be walking out here: it's dangerous." Silence. "Criminals are known to drive around. They prey on lonely people." Silence. "I'm not one of them. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm passing through. You shouldn't be alone-do you have a phone?"

The woman opened her mouth. She hesitated to speak. She finally said, "I'm not alone."

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring poverty of the mind

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Usage of Men in 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.

KOKOMO: I listen to you. I know you're upset. Unless you can think clearly about what's at stake, you shouldn't commit to it.

FLETCHER: My judgment has been clouded. Your perceptiveness never ceases to amaze me. I only hope that someday soon I'll be worthy of your favor.

KOKOMO: Time can only strengthen our bond.

FLETCHER: I get impatient. I want certain things to happen now.

KOKOMO: Believe me: it's better to wait.

FLETCHER: Agreed.

– ACT I, lines 1352-1357

(GREY GOOSE and KOKOMO exit in a rush. MS. JACKSON and LESBIAN enter in a rush.)

MS. JACKSON: Oh, that takes my breath away. Do you think he saw us?

LESBIAN: I don't think so.

MS. JACKSON: He could've turned. We have to watch out.

LESBIAN: Why?

MS. JACKSON: My son is an expert tracker.

LESBIAN: How is that possible? What's there to track on Norfolk?

MS. JACKSON: Nothing - unless it's human.

LESBIAN: He takes after his old man.

MS. JACKSON: Don't mention him. You'll spoil my mood.

– ACT I, lines 880-888

MS. JACKSON: That won't take long.

GREY GOOSE: I won't spare the rod.

MS. JACKSON: Punishment is not pleasure.

GREY GOOSE: I've got a boatload full of spice.

MS. JACKSON: That's why you're so fresh.

GREY GOOSE: Last one into bed is a rotten porpieh!

– ACT II, lines 511-516

FLETCHER: Trouble. The Tahitians were already upset. They hadn't been given any land when the island was divided, not to mention the fact that some of them were being beaten. Naturally, they started plotting. What they didn't take into account was the fact that To-ofa-iti, the blacksmith's new wife, was not complaining. The blacksmith was important. That made her important. She started singing a song, the words of which went, "Why does black man sharpen axe? To kill white man." When Fletcher Christian heard that song, he grabbed his musket, ran to the Tahitians, charged them with their crime, and pulled the trigger. The gun misfired. Two of the men ran; the rest protested their innocence. They begged for a chance to take care of it. They decided they should try to poison To-ofa-iti's husband. He didn't fall for it. He was too smart. Ultimately, one of the Tahitian men pulled a pistol on him in the presence of his wife. Again, the gun misfired. The two of them started grappling on the ground. Who knows who would've won? To-ofa-iti, however, was not about to take chances. She picked up the pistol with her own two hands and bopped her husband squarely on the head.

ALICE: She killed him?

FLETCHER: Eventually. Things were deceptively quiet for a few weeks. It didn't take long for judgment to fall upon the poor blacksmith. The Tahitians shot him down like a pig. Ironically, that's what the other mutineers thought they were doing. Being scattered all over the island, each man heard the shots and naturally assumed that somebody was hunting. Most of them found out too late that they were the prey.

ALICE: How many of them were killed?

FLETCHER: On that day, now known as Massacre Day, five of the original nine mutineers were fatally shot. Fletcher Christian was next. He was standing in his garden. Both of his hands were on his spade. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He never saw it coming. They shot him right through the heart.

ALICE: How did the others survive?

FLETCHER: Jackson was shot through the neck but he lived.

ALICE: Incredible.

FLETCHER: It's a miracle. Ned Young slept through the whole thing. The women didn't want to wake him. They all liked him and they didn't want to see him get hurt, so they stood around his hut and guarded him. Eventually, though, even he had to get his hands dirty. The women wanted revenge on the Tahitians for killing their husbands. After Ned's consort chopped off the ringleader's head with an axe, he was made to go and shoot the last remaining rebel. That was the end of the bloodshed - not counting when he and Jackson got Quintal drunk and murdered him.

ALICE: It's so barbaric.

– ACT I, lines 616-625

GREY GOOSE: Open your eyes. Do you know what I was trying to do here? Look at this place. It's a god-damn mess.

FLETCHER: You were only trying to help.

GREY GOOSE: I wasn't. I was trying to please Kokomo. That dishwasher wasn't a gift for your mother. It was a gift for her.

FLETCHER: Don't expect me to believe Mother's story that all this time you've been chasing after the cook.

GREY GOOSE: Things changed the moment your mother convinced herself that she's falling in love with that Kiwi.

FLETCHER: Lesbian is not going to stay here. I doubt Mother would just pack up and leave. All we have to do is be patient. We have to ride this thing out without losing our heads and without letting anybody catch the two of them going at it - whatever the hell it is they do together, which can't be much. They probably just kiss and talk about running off to get married in Spain. Regardless, we can't afford to take any chances - not with our reputation as low as it is.

GREY GOOSE: I argued with her today - not because it was necessary - because I desired it. I shouted what I should never murmur without her permission.

FLETCHER: What are you talking about?

GREY GOOSE: I called her a whore - not because I was roping Luke -because she turned me on. It made me angry to feel so helpless. I argued with Kokomo so that I could be close to her: so that I could breathe in her scent. That's all this stupid dishwasher business was about. Did I say it was a gift? It wasn't a gift. It was a ploy.

FLETCHER: Stay away from her.

– ACT I, lines 1237-1246

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Usage of Men in 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.

"A heroin overdose could've been an accident," continued Proctor. "The positioning of the body could've been a sick joke. But this," he said, pointing towards the gurney. "This is a step up. If the redness means carbon monoxide, this needed planning. Serious forethought. Not to mention a familiarity with pathology."

The captain grimaced. "Just what I was afraid of," he said. "There's no way we're gonna keep this from the press. It's probably on the internet already. Do we warn the artistic community?"

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring an investigator put in a weird position

"I don't know," screamed John. It looked like he was about to lose his mind.

"Guys," said Proctor. "Do you mind giving me a moment." Bob and Simmons started to wander off. Proctor watched them. They were taking their time. John leaned in. "What's going on?" he whispered.

"You tell me," said Proctor. John's eyes searched desperately for some understanding. Proctor seized his arms. "You tell me," he repeated.

John dropped his head. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I slept with them. I slept with them all."

"When?" asked Proctor.

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring an artist's model put in a weird position

The two men stared at each other. Orbitz said, "You're me."

The man nodded. He smiled and said, "I'm me."

"How did you get here?"

"A singularity," said Orbitz Número Dos. "Next to the gas giant in the corner of the Trapezium cluster."

"That's where I'm heading."

"I know," said Orbitz Número Dos. "I was just there."

"Is the singularity natural or artificial?"

"It doesn't matter."

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

Jeff suddenly stopped grooming. He came close and said, "I hear you're a virgin. Is that right?" I was taken completely by surprise. It took me a moment to nod yes. "I've had sex once in my life," said Jeff. "I regret having done it. I want you to know. In case you have the wrong impression." He went back to grooming. He left after a while. I sat listening to tree crickets. One pitched high. The other pitched low. As if they were discussing the disturbing growth of cicadas in the neighborhood and whether they should just move out. By dark the cicadas were everywhere. The constant buzz left me adrift. Jeff's words like a raft bubbling up and down in my head. To think he and I could be anything alike.

– from “A Magnum Condom,” a bedtime story to teach children about what's real that may or may not work

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Collocation of Men in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Men."

This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word men that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "men." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

Love is the answer...

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

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

Filth, Portraiture

Censorship says everything...as should modern wall art

It's natural to hide dirty things. They're embarrassing. But we need to keep in mind that when we hide things that are difficult, we make them seem dirty when they're really something else entirely. And when we keep things that are easy in plain sight, we make them seem clean when they really aren't. That is dangerous.

A miniature portrait of MichalMargo at the beach

Your support keeps the "Men" page up and running...

If you love women and art...

Michal is exporting art...is he brainsick?

Michal's Sales Pitch
Lot 1: Silesian Handicrafts

  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.

  2. Felt handbag for sale

    Handcrafted felt handbag for sale.

    Felt bag by Dorota. Pointer

    Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. 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 #2 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.

  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.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 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.

  4. Seamless handbag for sale

    Handcrafted seamless handbag for sale.

    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.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 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.

  5. Patchwork quilt for sale

    Handcrafted patchwork quilt for sale.

    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. 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 #5 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.

  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

    Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl for sale.

    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. 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 #6 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.

  7. Clara the doll for sale

    Handcrafted clara the doll for sale.

    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

    Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. 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 #7 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.

  8. Noah the doll for sale

    Handcrafted noah the doll for sale.

    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. 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 #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.

  9. Black suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted black suspenders for sale.

    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.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 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.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    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.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 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.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain 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.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 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.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. 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 #12 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.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. 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 #13 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.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. 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 #14 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.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    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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