Johnjo passed on the magazine. I was third or fourth to get it. The page it was opened at showed a photograph of a beautiful Japanese girl, lean, naked, her pubic hair just a long black stripe on her otherwise pale, young, androgynous body. Just her in a blank and empty space and some angular neon graffiti. Arty, not erotic. Though how would I know what some folk or some guys, would find erotic? Nah, this was definitely meant to be art.
This is book 2 in the Crude Metaphors series. Crude Metaphors brings together photography and fiction writing, pairing a photographer and a writer to produce a narrative, written in response to a chosen series of images.