So I just spent the better part of two days removing a line. We're talking about a tiny, black, curving line a few centimeters tall. This row of pixels is so offensive, apparently, Jeff Bezos has taken it upon himself to protect us from it, whether we want him to or not. This is the... Continue Reading →
How the Ilmar Rise above Nudist Fiction
To call Ages of Aenya a book about nudism is like calling The Lord of the Rings a book about not wearing shoes. Yes, I have called Ages of Aenya, the first book in the Aenya Saga, a naturist fantasy adventure, and I have even read it in the nude. But this should matter no... Continue Reading →
