The Forged Man

A human being is the only creature that can be less or more than its base nature.

A man can resign himself to his whims. He may become nothing more than an ape with mindless urges. Though he revels in his antics and fornication he is never satisfied. His soul yawns in weariness and cynicism. In the pain and sorrow of his vanity he may be inclined to drown himself with alcohol or asphyxiate himself with the smoke of cigarettes. He finds worse things and desperately tries them. He may find religion but it is just another drug. Such a man swirls and staggers in his own emptiness. He is a ghost before his time.

A man may set a course and stay that course unto fruition. He may prosper but if his every achievement is worldly then his gains are doomed to perish. Ultimately, the pride of his life shall prove dust and ashes. It shall be as if he never were.

A man may gaze within himself but only if he truly means to. Should he not flinch he shall judge himself for his very gaze is a scrutiny of all that he is. He shall be ashamed of his shame for pride cannot endure honesty. The man so bold as to peer within shall find strength in his sincerity and comfort in his courage. He who dares the horrors within rises against them for he proves dauntless already. The darkness within is burned away by the light of his honesty. The cold within is burned away by the fiery warmth of his compassion. Such a man is made new. He shall henceforth be beyond his nature for he is now a man of spirit. Forged in the flames of Freedom and Justice he is incorruptible and indomitable. Such a man is innocent and justified. He shall know peace even as the world burns around him.

  

What My Art and Literature Are Made Of

Imagination is that wonderful ability to consider possibilities and to fashion impossibilities. It empowers us to give names, form and context to the silent, invisible, chaotic forces that move us. It allows us to channel the swirling within us into momentum in whatever direction we choose.

Sex and violence. Freedom and justice. Cause and effect. I know what my art and fiction are made of: SEX: comely females..., VIOLENCE: being raped and slaughtered..., FREEDOM: by people who who shall not be exploited. JUSTICE: the females being raped and slaughtered are minions of an ambitious evil. CAUSE: evil is thieving and murderous. In the grand scheme of things, its underlings are typically normal people who do the stealing and killing for them. EFFECT: the evil is thwarted and the groveling, callous masses are shamed.

I am not single-minded. My sincerity has broadened my perspective, not limited it. Not everything I write or draw involves rape or slaughter. My artistic endeavors, however, are always made of sex and violence inspired by freedom and justice and mindful of cause and effect.

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Justice is Unfair

Most people are stupid. Even the intelligent among us are typically fools. Why? Evil. People are stupid because they are indifferent. They are too lazy to pay attention or appreciate. They act on whim or out of pride and they seldom act at all. They are dissuaded by fear and encouraged by lust. Even their minds are mindless. Who and what they are dims and dulls as they degenerate into living dead things. When their bodies finally perish, the world is blessed to be cleansed of them.

Most people are worthless. Their lives are irrelevant and their deaths inconsequential. None of these people are fated to be meaningless. They simply choose not to choose or they choose poorly. Their problems may not be of their own doing but they do nothing to solve them. They need a reason to care because they do not care. The fools wonder what they have done to deserve their sorrow. They never ask what they have done not to. Only those who live as a blessing deserve a life without curses. Fairness is the lie that shall not avail the wicked.

I do have a point to make. I denounce evil so as to make mockery of its shameful pride. The real issue is never what is wrong with most people but rather what is right with the bold, caring few. Sad, indeed, that such are few. Regardless, good people are those unassuming men, women and children who care when they would rather not. They may decide not to help but they do so anyway. More often than not, good people are those warm, glowing entities who take their own warmth and light for granted. They burn away the cold and darkness just by being there. Anyone and everyone can be such a person. Theirs is the one and only talent of their own making. Ultimately, it is the only one that matters.

Unreality Made Real

I am a writer of fantasy, horror and science fiction. I often mix them together. I prefer them to other genres because they allow me to imagine uninhibited. They allow me to make even the common surreal and interesting. In fantasy, horror and science fiction, anything is possible.

Strangeness without reason is nonsense, even in genre fiction. Ideas are meaningless if they are not taken seriously. The weird and fantastic must be finely crafted if they are not to be ridiculous. My mind wanders as it processes fancies and notions. I focus the swirling materials and refine them as I express them. The vibrant chaos is articulated into worlds, things and personalities. I begin with as much as possible and finish with as little as I may. My dreams are boundless but my art is minimalist. I see the truth in "the least is the greatest and the greatest is least."

Nonfiction is useful for study... but it is only a telling of what already is. It can only predict within the limits of what is already known. It is detrimental if fraudulent or inaccurate. Even good nonfiction can become outdated. Fiction grounded in reality is innately limited. Only quality genre fiction can broaden our minds beyond what is truly known. Only by imagining beyond our confines can we transcend beyond them.

fantasy: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/356617
horror: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/361280
science fiction: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/375781

Good and Evil

Human failings and wickedness disgust me. The evil of human nature is the festering rot and agonizing death of what should have been immortal souls. Like corpses left to decay in the streets and homes of the living, the stench of wickedness sickens even those who would otherwise be well. No, it is not evil that makes life interesting: there is no spark of inspiration from light going out. Death is not vigor.

I was asked if people were basically good or basically evil. I answered that people were evil unless they made the effort to be good. I explained that evil/darkness/death were a nothing because they are merely a lack. We must breath if we are to live. Light must shine if it is to illuminate. A person must care if that person is to be good. If you care, you act accordingly. Good is not a matter of faith, belief or feelings. It takes effort. It must be courageous if it is to overcome the viciousness that hates it. Good is caring in action.

"Saving the world" is arrogant nonsense. Activism is political not spiritual. Compassion is a simple, unassuming, entirely personal virtue. It governs everything you do or else you are not compassionate. Take heed: even the reprobate can "care" for this reason or that. If you need a reason to care then you do not care.

Never "cast pearls before swine." Never sacrifice the wronged for the sake of the wrongdoer. Whosoever squanders kindness on the indifferent empowers the wicked to do harm. Whosoever aids the malevolent is guilty of their malevolence. Evil, more often than not, is passive and appeasing. Know that the wolves devour the lambs who feed them.

Good is lacking in our world. This deficiency is the evil of our world. Because people do not care, they rob, rape and murder others. Our wars are but a symptom of the smaller, personal evils. The world cannot be saved. Because it is unrepentant, it should not be saved. Those who care are the only ones who make our existence bearable.  Let all that we do be for them or else our efforts are wasted.

Why should you care? Why not? My question is always: Why not? Be neither bought nor sold. Be sincere or else you shall bear only pride and shame. Yes, pride and shame. Sincerity is better than pretending for it can bear the light of truth. Not all things end. Death shall not comfort the wicked for even now it gnaws on their innards. Be a blessing as a person and you shall be warm and aglow. You shall rejoice for joy shall be your nature.

Sincerity is All or None

Beliefs and ideals are not reality. Words and images are not substance. Truth is not in the eye of the beholder. Freedom cannot be given. Justice cannot be decreed. To cling to the shadow of a thing is to hold onto nothing. To feel strongly is a vainglory. Trust is foolish lest it is earned. Pride shall never avail you. Shame shall never pardon you.

Truth is what it was and shall ever be. Truth created the heavens and the earth. It governs existence. Humanity is its only creation made in its own likeness. We can imagine beyond what is because of it. We can make more of things than what they are.

Freedom and Justice are Sincerity. Sincerity is Absolute for it is all or none. Neither Truth nor Humanity are sincere. Neither Truth nor Humanity are meaningful of themselves. Neither selfishness nor selflessness make anyone worthwhile. Evil is a nothingness where there should be something. Wickedness is a lack within before it ever manifests anything sinister. Truth lacks for nothing true is meaningful of itself. Humanity lacks for it always falls short. Truth and Humanity have their reasons. Sincerity is for its own sake, thus, it is Freedom and Justice. Freedom does not forsake. Justice does not forgive. Sincerity holds all to their own flaws and merits.

Truth and Humanity are indifferent. They sacrifice for reasons as if evil never did. Neither Freedom nor Justice ever sacrifice. They are never reasonable because Sincerity is never for a reason. Sincerity is Absolute or it is insincere.

Freedom and Justice are the every imagination of the thoughts of my heart continually. I reject Truth because it is not sincerity. I reject Humanity because it is insincere. As I live I am troubled by the feral whims of Humanity and its degenerate madness. I am uninspired by the pompous indifference of Truth. I rejoice within for I am warm and aglow with Freedom and Justice. I languish as a man for I must dwell with those who do not care. I have neither a place nor a people in heaven or on earth. Blessed be me that I shall be free of Truth and its Humanity. Blessed be me that I shall be where there is only me.

For the Love of Humanity

Too many people?  Why is it that those who complain about overpopulation are reticent to kill themselves? Why is it the obligation of others to die? Hypocrites are those who expect of others what they do not expect of themselves. Such people are selfish and ultimately malevolent. If their argument is sound then let them prove their sincerity by committing suicide. I shall applaud those who do.

Let us suppose the claim of the hypocrites is true: the world is overpopulated. So? Has human life become so cheap that we value animals and trees more than we do other people? Since when did murder become a virtue? I hear callous fools tell me that hunting, fishing and forestry are murder. Seriously? Are these people so depraved, so stupid that they cannot discern the difference? Their blood runs cold indeed if they truly cannot.

If there is a God then our world can only be overpopulated if God is evil. If we evolved from nothing then all life is sheer coincidence doomed to return from whence it came. Either way, the idea of slaughtering our own is vulgar and hideous! Let us be sane and decent. To hell with the world and its trees and animals if I must sacrifice my own people to preserve them.

One and Only

In truth, there is only one language and one religion.  The barriers that exist between them are not substance but rather fractures in what is broken and dysfunctional.  I speak and understand a debased and diluted chunk of the one language and call it "English."  I practice a corrupted fragment of the one religion and call it "Christianity."  There are people who would understand me if it were not for the clutter and fissures that keep us apart.
I am not advocating that the world unite with one language and one religion.  I am not calling for an end of tribes and nations.  Humanity and its world are only meaningful because of a scattered few.  The words of these few bless no matter what "language" they are spoken in because they are uttered in friendship.  The deeds of these few are holy no matter their "religion" for they are done for the better of all.  In spirit, these loving few speak the one language and practice the one religion.  It is the wicked who are lost in gibberish and nonsense.
Do not forsake the world because of its wicked.  Bless the world, not for its own sake, but rather for the sake of those who keep it turning.  Take heed: you can only bless these friends of ours by being one of them.

Other Than Human

I am fascinated by the idea of there being people other than human beings.  I take the notion seriously and ponder the connotations.  My fancy inspired me to realize that our humanity is the smallest yet most distinct and important aspect about out being.  It is neither our form nor our intellect that makes us human.  It is not our ability to speak, feel or even imagine that defines us.  We are a creature gifted with the power to transcend beyond the sum of our parts.  We can be for better or for worse to any agree we strive for.

I create fictional races and entities that are not human or are only partially human.  I craft them purposefully and mindfully.  They are always meant to clarify the human condition by themselves being distinct from humanity.  Typically, these non-humans or partial humans are superior to human beings in the sums of their parts.  Stronger, smarter, faster, tougher: the natural standard of individual quality.  My human hero is most often weaker, slower and not as smart as the non-humans yet is somehow beyond them.  A human hero may fail and lose but so long as he or she never loses heart, his or her effort is never in vain.  He or she proves inspiring and always finds a way.

Being human of itself is merely potential.  The unrelenting effort must be made if one is to realize his or her humanity.  Because it is easier to sit than to stand, most of us never rise to the occasion.  Because my other-than-humans are typically stronger, smarter, faster and tougher than humans, they are naturally superior.  I draw this distinction as a testimony of demonstration that indifference resigns the indifferent to being no more than the paltry sum of their parts: mortal and only human.  Such masses are doomed to terminal, anonymous mediocrity.  Their fate is insignificance.

All good art and literature are about what it is to be human.  Our fictional races and entities are only relevant if they give us insight into ourselves.  At their best, they are a fresh perspective.  I highly recommend them.

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Truth Be Told

When something happens, it happened, whether we understand how or why or not.  Perception is not reality.  Our beliefs and understandings are only relevant in how they motivate our actual behavior.  Reality simply is what it is.  We must acknowledge it and deal with it if we are to thrive and prosper.
Fiction is not reality but the best fiction tells the truth.  Ironically, the resonating truths of a good yarn are found in the unreality of the human condition.  Seriously: what are love, hate, hope and lust but the things in our own imagination?  Our fancies and feelings are dear to us yet the sum of their quantifiable parts are rather paltry.  That said, our unreality is teeming with the power to transcend us beyond our natural limitations.  We are only animals when we are too dim and dull to imagine beyond our corporeal selves.  Our myths and legends, not the lackluster reality of unbiased history, are what define us and inspire us.  Only as dreamers are we empowered to overcome reality.
I am a writer of fictional stories.  I imagine and inscribe unreality.  I create thoughts and feelings for people who never were.  I can capture or change the thoughts and feelings of those who did or do exist.  The universe and its past, present and future are mine to do with as I please.  All is at my own discretion.  I take the responsibility of this power seriously.  I must be honest in my fiction or else I am a liar in reality.  I must be bold and sincere if I hope to inspire for the better.  I create that which does not exist as an endeavor to enrich those of us who do.  Enjoy.

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Useless Damsels

I am a connoisseur of the obscure yet surprisingly conventional "useless henchwomen" motif.  The theme is that of comely female underlings being easily subdued.  Ideally, the victims are plentiful, armed and uniformed.  They are easily caught unawares and their feeble struggling is always in vain.  They are expendable "damsels in distress" never meant to be rescued.
What is the appeal of these useless henchwomen?  How are they more interesting helpless than formidable? Like the classical "damsel in distress" they are desirable weaklings for the taking.  Their helplessness allows them to be treated casually, creatively and sensually.  Subduing them easily asserts sexual dominance, even if unassumingly.
Why armed and uniformed?  Why antagonists?  Useless henchwomen are best when employed as guards or enforcers for the forces of evil.  The women are meant to be dangerous combatants but instead prove helpless victims.  They are clothed in the agenda of a will beyond their own.  They are mediocrity sacrificed for nefarious ends.  Because the women are loyal pawns of villainy, we can enjoy their misfortunes and celebrate their defeat.
Useless henchwomen are sexual victims meant for our unbridled pleasure.  Let us enjoy them as they rightly deserve.

        
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Sex and Violence

Sex and violence:  like male and female, they are best and worst when together. They are nothing alike yet have everything in common.  Their intercourse is natural and innately dramatic.  There is no artistic theme which stirs us like the union of sex and violence.
Intensity frightens the timid and inspires the bold.  It is always exciting, regardless.  Masculine aggression and feminine sensuality are each strong in their own right... but strongest when together.  Male and female are meant to copulate.  Sex and violence are intrinsically linked.
In our art and literature, typically and traditionally, men are warriors and women are victims. The male falls in battle and the female is murdered.  Of course there are "exceptions" but the gist of the heterosexual dynamic remains true.  Yes, a fictional man may be murdered, but he shall not be remembered lest his death was somehow his glorious end in a struggle.  Perhaps a heroine is the slayer of men... but only because she is wearing the pants of her legendary brethren.  Ultimately, the mainstay is the theme of the man as the "white knight" and the woman as the "damsel in distress."  Why?  Because nature gave man the "sword."  Yes, the truth of it is as simple as that.  Sex and violence in art and literature are the perfect storm of our primal nature.  Enjoy the sublimation thereof.

    
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Sexual Malice

Heterosexuality is a predator-prey relationship.  I know women want to be strong, but to be "female" is to be designated for penetration.  As all heterosexual men know: there is no greater indignity than to have another person's body shoved into yours.  When we want a woman, we want her to be our victim, to do unto her something worse than killing her.  Yes, for us real men, there are things worse than death.  Why can women relate to male homosexuals?  As victims, they have so much in common.  Men always "want it" because we are instinctively striving for a quantity of offspring.  Women are meant to be "frigid" so as to ensure quality offspring.  Sluts are frowned upon because they do not give balance to the flow.  Yes, there is rhyme and reason to our courting silliness.
If I were mindless, I would rape everything female in sight.  I would kill at a whim.  I am not an animal... but my body is.  I am mindful of my impulses.  I sublimate them into energy for productive endeavors. I draw upon them for strength and inspiration.  As a human being I am beyond my primal nature.  That said, my aggressive, sexual drives are always with me.  I would have it no other way.             

Armed and Helpless

I am a connoisseur of the obscure "useless henchwomen" motif.  In summary: the theme is that of comely female antagonist thugs or soldiers being easily and readily subdued.  The women are preferably armed and uniformed.  They must be plentiful and expendable.  I favor them being mass-produced clones.  They are employed as guards and enforcers but prove to be helpless victims.
"Useless henchwomen" are the villainous variant of the "damsel in distress" and "scream queen."  Like their sisters, they are female archetypes whose niche is to be imperiled.  Unlike them, however, they are supposedly "deserving" of their distress.  Useless henchwomen are underlings of villainy, thus, it is "justified" for them to be slain and or humiliated.  They are anonymous, insignificant pawns who are exploited and sacrificed in the service of an elitist agenda:  in the manner of the chafing reality decried by modern feminism.
Heroines and villainous dominatrixes thrill us by being awesome.  Damsels in distress and useless henchwomen entertain us by being helpless.  Humanity, despite its thin veneer of sophistication, remains innately primal.  Our formidable female archetypes appeal to our impulsive submission to maternal figures. Our fictional female victims are the objects of heterosexual aggression, even if the assailant portrayed is female.

   
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My Strange Galaxy

My fictionalized Milky Way is a world of many worlds.  Alien civilizations and extraterrestrial humanity compete and often clash.  Mercenaries and adventurers abound.  Horrors lurk on uncharted worlds. Explorers dare the perilous unknown, seldom to return.
My "Strange Galaxy" is a universe of sex, violence and high adventure.  A nation of women cloned from one woman is a Galactic Power.  A race of alien hermaphrodites defends itself with swords and prowess.  A Greater Humanity Empire advances itself with bombs and bullets.  Survival of the fittest is the only galactic law.
I am a writer and an artist.  My Strange Galaxy is home to many characters and scenarios of my own imagining.  It has since grown beyond me and become enriched with the creativity of others.  Explore the Strange Galaxy.  Venture far enough and you may never return.

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The Four Girls of Adventure and Peril

There are four basic female archetypes in perilous adventure art and fiction:  the damsel in distress, the heroine, the villainous dominatrix and the useless henchwoman.  Contrary to the unnatural aspirations of modern feminism, all of them are sexual.
The fair "damsel in distress" is the oldest and most common of the four. Her appeal is in that she is a helpless female in desperate need of aggressive, masculine prowess.
The "heroine" is an independent women who must be wooed and wowed.  She stands for something and fights for what she believes in.  Often, to make her more appealing to our male-dominated society, she is captured and rendered helpless... made a "damsel in distress."  Ironically, women generally prefer a female character to be humbled, even if they excuse the notion as showing women as mistreated.
The villainous dominatrix is a woman who acts according to her whims and passions.  Even if she fights for a cause, it is because she is aroused to do so.  Women like her for her independence.  Men are thrilled by her because she is intimidating.  Often, she is subdued and humiliated.  Her shame is accentuated by her previous arrogance.  Once conquered, however, her comeliness swiftly fades.
The useless henchwoman is the rarest archetype of the four.  She is the helpless and useless "damsel in distress" but on the side of villainy.  Because she is an antagonist, no hero comes to her rescue.  Even if not evil herself, she is a minion of evil, thus, she is fair game to be humiliated and destroyed.  She is the object of hostile affection; a woman to be exploited with impunity.  She is plentiful and readily available.  She is expendable to those who command her and a nuisance to those who assail her.  Her appeal is that of a sex object to be indulged upon, even if indirectly.  She can be enjoyed without commitment or responsibility. She is for others to do with as they please.
It could be argued that there are "exceptions" to my list of four archetypes, but such an argument is inaccurate.  The "exceptions" are simply one of the four in the guise of another.  Yes, sometimes an archetype may switch itself to another, but then it is the other, thus, still one of the four.            

Damsels and Henchwomen

I am many things but if you are to find me interesting, it shall be through my art and literature.  My works are genre but made believably surreal.  Erotica, horror, action-adventure, science fiction and realistic fantasy are my usual fare.  At first glance, my fancies may appear gratuitous, but I assure you:  I love what I do or I do not bother.  My every endeavor is undertaken with zeal and care.  I am mindful of every aspect, yet I indulge wholeheartedly.
I am the connoisseur of an archetype so rare, so obscure, that I would be surprised if you have ever heard of her. Let me introduce her by saying she is the evil twin sister of the "damsel in distress." Because she has no proper name, I call her the "useless henchwoman."  Like the fair damsel, she is a helpless victim.  Her appeal is in her misfortune.  The "damsel in distress," however, is a protagonist to be rescued. The "useless henchwoman" is an antagonist to be expended.  Both women are comely, but the one is to be carried away as a lover and the other, if she is taken at all, is fated to be a sex slave.  The "damsel  in distress" is traditionally a princess. The "useless henchwoman" is a lowly thug or foot soldier.  The fair damsel is the one woman desired and sought by the hero. The female underling of villainy is desirable but disposable.
Simply put, the "useless henchwoman" is my favorite of all archetypes.  I love her because she is so real, so human in her helplessness and haplessness.  I am amused by her feeble struggling.  I am aroused as she grunts, winces and groans.  She goes limp and I ogle her sprawled body.  I smirk if her expended form is tucked somewhere hidden or heaped onto a pile of her sisters.  If her body is found, by one of her sisters, I enjoy hearing it is reported, "We have an intruder," or "the prisoner has escaped."  Dead or alive, the henchwoman is delightfully inconsequential.  Unlike her pampered "princess" twin, she is a working class "girl-next-door" just doing her job.  She loses everything and the world barely notices and never cares.  We can relate to this unnoticed girl of art and fiction.  Let us appreciate the simple wonders she has to offer, for she alone fills her neglected niche.