Help Prevent Anti-Social Behaviour With Art

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...

When I arrived in Europe on the 20th of June, 2011, I had no plan and certainly no idea that by the end of the week I would be practicing photography with a woman I had never met, a naturist who had never before allowed herself to be photographed nude. It was the first of a whole series of firsts for the both of us.

I had come to Europe to experience European naturism, a movement whose philosophy matched my aesthetic of body acceptance and whose organizational structure and leadership I had thought almost exclusively restricted to the western half of the continent. I was shocked to learn that naturism had an official home in Poland, a country not especially known for its liberal culture. I was less shocked to discover that the home was owned by a Dutchman, but even more shocked to learn that it had been largely built by Margo.

As an American, I was full of optimism and confidence bordering on recklessness. I was ready to run the wheels off the car I had just bought and eventually I would. As a European, she was cautious and mistrustful. She needed to make sure the air conditioner worked. Which it did. If you knew how to turn the broken knob in just the right way.

Do unto others as you would have done unto you. But how to judge what we would want done to us if we've never been in somebody else's shoes? If we've never been abandoned by our mother, how do we treat somebody who has? Somebody who seems to constantly suffer the repurcussions of it? Margo and I had 46 days and 6,000 miles to try on each other's shoes. We had one car and one tent in which to hear each other's words. We learned to cooperate. We started learning how to listen.

One of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe. — 6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger
**Day 10**
7/29/2011
⚗ 9༛♊²⁵/₂₄♀
Hoteli Baška
Baška, Croatia
THE DISAPPEARING WOMAN, THE DISAPPEARING MAN...
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.

Previous Image — 6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger
**Day 10**
7/29/2011
⚗ 9༛♊²⁵/₂₄♀
Hoteli Baška
Baška, Croatia
THE DISAPPEARING WOMAN, THE DISAPPEARING MAN...
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.

Usage of Door in Michal's Fiction Corpus

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.

If you're wondering...

How do I use this?

Just click on a title to see examples of the word "door" being used in a particular work. You'll stay on the same spot on the page, only the Table of Contents will disappear. To get back to the Table of Contents just click next to the image of the Bare Bottom imprint where it says "Back to Usage of Door: Table of Contents."“And...?”

The Table of Frequency and the Table of Collocation provide numerical information about how many times the word door appears in its original or modified form and with which words. It can help to give you an idea of how a word is used and in what contexts.“Ok.”

Why a Fiction Corpus?

The popular understanding of the word "fiction" and its complement "non-fiction" is a reflection of the cultural influence of a classification system. The Dewey Decimal System is responsible for separating "fiction" from all other work and categorizing it by author's name. This has influenced the popular idea of fiction as a narrative that tends to be "untrue" and the product of an individual's fantasy, a bias compounded by modern art's century-long obsession with abstraction, surrealism and self-expression.“So...?”

My idea of fiction rests on the idea that art doesn't have to be factual to be a true reflection of our existence. Adam and Eve didn't have to exist as two individuals 700 generations ago for them to be true portraits of two human beings trying to work together.“And...?”

The Bible is a Fiction Corpus. It is a body of writing that isn't overly concerned with facts and yet its words carry weight. It was written by many different authors living in different places with different audiences in mind, yet everyone gleans something from it.“Right...”

In preparing my fiction corpus, I have striven to see the world through the eyes of others. Through the eyes of my Adams and Eves I hope that you too will glean some truth about our existence. At the very least you will learn some more about how one man can use the English language.“Ok.”

Who are you, Michal?

I'm just a guy who makes art. And if you're interested in making a solid investment in an aesthetic that supports our present and future welfare, then I will help you look for something that you can buy.“How...?”

Everybody makes. Everybody sells. Some people know how to protect their interests. Some better than others. Few people know how to listen. Listening to somebody means considering their interests as if they were your own. Going out and doing something to satisfy another person's interest is how we build a strong economy. Without a strong economy, democracy collapses.“And...?”

Buying 4Occupy is buying for democracy. Don't give your money to somebody who's ruining it. There's no such thing as cheap democracy, quick democracy, or easy democracy. There's good, solid, complete democracy and the tyranny of feudalism. Let's not mix the two. Let's not buy everything on the cheap. Let's not create another tyrant and enslave ourselves because it was easier not to think about what we were doing. Let's protect our interests. Let's listen.“Ok.”

Who's really behind this site?

Have you ever been to one of those post-it-yourself retail websites where there's a really attractive top-seller ready to give you tips on how you can be a top-seller too?“Uh...”

Have you ever been to a "job" interview where you sit in a line, walk through one door, get hired as a contractor and walk out another door, so that the other applicants don't realize that everyone's getting "hired" to work in the same market?“Maybe...”

The internet is full of people who are ready to exploit your ignorance. They are people who want to make money at the expense of our economy. They are cheats.“And...?”

I, Michal, am behind this site. Not some fat plutocrat exploiting my image. I like to do things the right way. I like to work with people who take the time to do things right.“Why...?”

I used to work for a company that didn't do things the right way. My labor was exploited because of mismanagement. That company was the United States Postal Service, an independent agency of the United States Government that is ultimately controlled by Congress. I'm mad because if the Federal Government can exploit labor, who is going to stop every other cheat from doing it?“Labor Unions...?”

Don't say labor unions. I went to my labor union and they did nothing. They ignored me because labor unions aren't democracies. Holding a free and fair election for a "representative" once in a blue moon does not equal people ruling. Democracy means open government. It means we the public need to accept the hard work. It's the only way to secure liberty and equality.“Ok.”

What's the difference between use and usage?

Definition-wise, not much. But the -age suffix is ultimately French in origin and with most things French, at least in American eyes, the immediate thought is that of something precious and arcane whose value should be judged very carefully. This is in contrast to the word France, which is associated with a beautiful place. Thus people in France or from France are beautiful, warm, kind people. Generous even. Unlike French people who suck. Unless you're frenching, in which case you're only sometimes sucking.“And...?”

Along those lines, usage means you're in bed. Use means you're just heavy petting. Also notice that common people, like common words, get used...whereas "proper" things make "appearances." Whether or not you are being exploited is a different story. Exploitation is what happens when somebody uses you or your property without listening to you. Listening is what happens when you consider another person's needs as if they were your own. You don't have to satisfy those needs. All you need to do is consider them. So many of us can't even do that.“So...?”

Help stop exploitation. Buy 4occupy. Buy a better world. Whether or not you feel you can afford to buy art, consider joining my protest. I want to guarantee every working man and every working mother on this planet a 15-day universal holiday. But I can't. Only we can do that. We have to work together. We have to accept the idea that everyone deserves time for himself and we need to build that time into a new kind of calendar. We have to give peace it's own day. We have to make love something you can't avoid. We have to make even the most miserly cold-hearted capitalist among us say that he cashed his check on Love Your Neighbor Day. There won't be any other way to say it once the Acceptance Calendar is widely adopted.“Ok.”

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Door, a morphological approach

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

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

Table of Frequency for the Word "Door."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word doorand 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.
Percent Increase over next rank	RANK		WORD	Frequency
	RANK			TOTAL # of occurences	MCDONALDS	JESUS	SEX	TSIGA	JACKSON	DINGBATS
	dense	competitive		TOTAL # of occurences	modern/sloppy	biblical/terse	poetic/high-brow	hard/fast	talky	mixed salad
-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-
I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word door, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Door 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 #5631

my stash is intact. and my bodyguard stopped at the door. i knew stockpiling liquor was a good idea. im a man of foresight.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

1 December, 1:08 PM

Frame #4383

if i start calling expedia's phone nonstop. i bet reddit will come to pick it up. well see each other through the window of the door.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

1 October, 8:01 PM

Frame #3924

im in the bushes. i had to jump off the balcony. i saw expedia walking through the front door. she sneaked up on me in a micropod.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

20 September, 9:49 AM

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Usage of Door 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.

When they got to the crypt, all the doors were closed. Through the windows, Jesus saw his mother's monument: flambeaus were lit; bouquets were still fresh. 'Christ conquers death,' said the ribands. Jesus stopped crying: the stone slab was firmly in place - he was grateful, having dreaded the possibility of jumping into his mother's crypt and opening her coffin.

"Did you see her?" asked Jesus.

– Verses 233-234 from the chapter called Adolescence

Jesus walked across the street. When he was standing right behind the Krupnik, he hesitated. There was a moment where he wasn't quite sure what to do. Then, the Krupnik leaned his head back in comfort. The pleasure of a good pee was Jesus's motivation. Raising his left hand, he swung down and across and jabbed his prey's larynx. There was a gargling sound as the Krupnik threw his head and shoulders and his whole torso forward. Jesus smashed them into the wall. The Krupnik fell down; his body was crumpled and motionless. "That was easy," Jesus said. "Like cake." Looking for a wad of cash, he found one that was clearly smaller than the one which he had seen previously. Nevertheless, it was still a wad. Jesus thanked him and walked away, down Linden Flower Road. He didn't run; he walked. When he got to the Church, he climbed up the stairs and went through the block. At the corner, he looked into Town Square and waited for the Irishman to leave. When he did, Jesus went to his building, unlocked the door, climbed the stairs and went to bed. Before he fell asleep, he heard the sound of sirens.

– Verse 619 from the chapter called Adolescence

I will tell you everything from the beginning. I doubt that your grandfather will censor me. I know what he doesn't want you to see. I will keep my secrets. They are dangerous. My secrets are so dangerous, your grandfather kept me under house arrest for the past twenty years. But now that I'm in the infirmary, at death's door, he has shown mercy. I can write to you. And when you come to see me, I will hand you this work: the story of your father's life, the man who loved your mother and Your brother and who would never ever kill them. Your grandfather is cruel, but he is kind: he will let me see you. For twenty years, he has never let anyone see me, except for my beloved Hannah. You will see her! Smile to her! She will smile back. She is like your mother: kind, gentle - she even looks like her: she's half-Japanese.

– Verse 14 from the chapter called Invocation

In those days, there was a fashion for hanging yourself. The volunteer custodian at the Church of Sts. Peter and Paul hanged himself. He had lost his job, his wife, his children - everything to liquor. While his mother was still alive, she fed him. After she died, his father made him fend for himself. Using a belt, he hanged himself on his father's doorknob. In the morning, when his father tried to leave, he couldn't open the door: his son's corpse was blocking the way. He had been a handsome man while he was alive.

– Verse 365 from the chapter called Adolescence

Third, and most importantly, on the opposite side of the door to the bathroom, near the window, was Leonard Cohen-Krupnik's desk, in the top-most drawer of which, on the right-hand side for the man who sat there with his back against the natural light, and on the left-hand side for everyone else, was a gun, which the Krupnik kept just in case of misunderstanding.

– Verse 1137 from the chapter called Security

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Usage of Door 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.

Luka had the door lock. Then he grabbed her arm. "Listen," he said, "my friend gave you some money. It was my money and I need it back." She unlocked the door and opened it. "Do you hear me? I need it back." She ripped her arm free. "I don't have it," she said, and she jumped out the door.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 23, The Effects of Poverty, Paragraph 19

Tonight, it was the audience room, and the doorman went through a set of double doors on the opposite wall. Nike was left standing alone - but the door behind him was still open, and, as Nike was well aware, many armed men were standing guard in the hallway. He was forced to stand and wait. Fighting the urge to examine the drawings - they were interesting, but completely beside the point - Nike was getting impatient: he desperately wanted to find that woman.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 2, Science & Reform Schools, Section 14, Getting to the Heart of a Matter, Paragraph 51

NIKE: Speak for yourself. I'm gonna be outta here soon, right, Doc? There ain't no reason to keep me: so you better keep your fuckin' eyes open, Jauvert, 'cause there's gonna be some dead Bulgars on your doorstep.

CHR: You can pick up your car now.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 2, Science & Reform Schools, Section 8, Being a Victim, Paragraphs 42-43

My eyes - I had no eyes - my vision grew accustomed to the dark. I could see the shadows of trees. They were immense. They floated. They rustled. They terrified. The terror took shape. It stretched like a tube of darkness. It headed past the other side of the car. It was the other side. It was emptiness. I floated towards it. I filled it. I was balancing out the space. It was pulling me like dark matter. My hand clung to the door. I tried to hold on. I couldn't.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 19, Interpreting Religious Symbols, Paragraph 3

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Usage of Door 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.

The man murmured back the greeting. He walked briskly to the only other door in the room. He glanced at the woman. She was North Eurasian. She had short hair. She was wearing coveralls. The man stopped himself from huffing in scorn. He liked fashionable women. He said, "Is he ready?"

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring weird aliens who live on the dark side of the moon

The door opened. Nike saw Barbara jump out. He swore to himself. He crawled after her. He jogged behind her through the thick swarm of flesh. He yelled, "What's going on? I haven't paid you."

Barbara glanced over her shoulder. She cried, "I don't need it."

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"Let me take you."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You can't."

"Who do you work for?"

"You don't know Him."

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a frank discussion of half-naked nuns

Uzumaki walked to his desk. He pressed the intercom. He said, "You can show her in, Miss April." In a moment, the door opened. The woman entered. "Thank you for coming, Ms. Read. The gentleman to your right is Pat Harris. He's a bailiff with the investigative branch. He's read some of your work. He says he met your ex-wife in Cannes."

The woman smirked. "I take it she was gambling."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring a moon colony dealing with murder

The woman watched. The image was dark. A door opened. Tatum recognized the lights of a corridor module. They shone brightly into the room. The man in the bed stirred. A figure entered the doorway. "Please," said the man, "Admiral Flava Flav." His voice was desperate. "I'll get you the money, Admiral. I'll get you the money." Something flashed. The man shook violently.

"That is a plasma gun," said Uzumaki. "We believe it was modified to deliver a fatal voltage."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story set in a lunar colony

"When would that be?"

Uzumaki paused. He studied the woman's peeved expression. He said, "I have no idea, Ms. Read."

Tatum smirked. "I'll have to keep my receipts."

"Is that a yes?" The woman nodded. "Thank you. You'll be doing the entire lunar community a service." He motioned towards the door. "My secretary will take care of you."

Tatum turned to Pat. "How did she look?"

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story about a woman who doesn't like to take shit from anyone

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Usage of Door 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.

FLETCHER: Oh, marriage! Where would man be without thy warm bondage? Those who fear the rope will never know the pleasure of being tied up: of pushing with all one's might only to stand still. It is a perverse joy, indeed, to take the plunge through the trapdoor: to hear one's soul snapping in two, pushing one's heart into one's throat: to say the words, 'I do.' To wed and then to bed - how old-fashioned an order! One cannot help but desire permanence in such an ever-changing world. To oppose it, lashed to a rock, feeling its weight crush one's spirit, may be a Promethean punishment best reserved for the noble. It is no wonder that only the force of custom and law kept so many together for so long. Matrimony is not for the faint of heart. So watch out, you concubines and concubinaries - you cohabitants and live-in friends: both cataracts and calm pools await you, but no peace at that river's end: just the wide, gaping maw of dissoluteness and abandon: the ocean of human desire, with nothing to do but sink. So swim home, like salmon, and enjoy rest: the comfort you get from being tied up. My prayers were answered: I am a man again - and soon to be more: a husband. Wish me luck, for the night is still young, and many acts of husbandry await me.

– ACT II, line 550

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Usage of Door 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.

It was a woman's hand. I took it. She offered me the other one. I took that one, too. She lifted me out of the car. We stood close to each other, holding each other's hands. The door squeezed us together. My breathing grew heavy.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may calm one's sense of unease depending on your outlook

So I was born one of three identical twins. Or triplets, I guess. Cause twins are two. So that was a big deal back then. I mean, triplets are born all the time now what with all the genetic testing and whatnot but back then it was a big deal. Cause it wasn't just our town that had the triplets. It was another town like right next door. You know. Two sets of triplets in one year. That was a big deal.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story without that much killing coming straight out of Roman mythology

I nodded. Indiana opened the door. She got out. I realized I shouldn't wait. If she got around before I climbed out, we would meet each other face to face. I wanted desperately to avoid that. I couldn't move. Indiana reached the door. She opened it. Without looking at her, I unbuckled my seat belt. Indiana pulled it off my body. She offered me her hand.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may calm one's sense of anxiety depending on your outlook

Indiana let go of my hands. She embraced me. I felt her soft hair against my face. I closed my eyes. I let out a heavy sigh. It was Indiana's turn to rock me. I crumbled. I was a baby in her arms. She led me around the car. She opened the door. She tucked me into my seat.

Indiana drove back to our house. We sat for a moment parked in the driveway. I opened my door.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may calm one's sense of discomfort depending on your outlook

I escorted Indiana to the car. She said she felt funny. She explained she meant going to the passenger side without Albert. I circled around. The outdoor lights were on. I could tell Indiana was watching me. I didn't want her getting the wrong idea.

I decided to defuse the situation. "You feel funny," I smirked. "I feel funny. I'm not wearing a bra." I climbed inside. Indiana followed suit. The announcement settled.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may ease one's fears depending on your outlook

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Collocation of Door in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Door."
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 door that appears in the pair.
Type	Frequency
	TOTAL # of occurences	MCDONALDS	JESUS	SEX	TSIGA	JACKSON	DINGBATS
	TOTAL # of occurences	modern/sloppy	biblical/terse	poetic/high-brow	hard/fast	talky	mixed salad
-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-
I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "door." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal