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Bathroom Battles: Public outrage over private parts and spaces

Meaningless side note: I wanted to be clever and call this a “shitty essay” but I don’t really intend to be that crass, so it is a title that would overhype the content. It very well could be shitty for many other reasons than talking about bodily functions but now you have a good sense of the kind of conversation that might be headed your way.

It might seem like any visibly able-bodied, cis, white dude would have minimal stakes in the political conversation around the gendering of bathrooms, and would thus be a voice that might be best ignored. I think that is a perfectly fair position to take and if you read nothing more I have to say, let me at least go out saying: denying anyone the use of a restroom in which they can comfortably do the things required of being a human is to deny that person the right to exist in public space. That is my thesis and the rest of this is just explaining how and why I know this. So if you are still reading this essay, let me try to explain why hearing about schools/institutions/governments trying to police bathroom usage feels incredibly personal to me, even beyond the fact that many people I love and care about are directly coming under attack just for existing. 

You see, I have a relatively invisible disability/health issue. It is something that might have been an issue for decades, but is becoming more and more difficult for me to ignore, and something I need to stop feeling shame and disgust over. Whether it is allergies, or a food sensitivity, or something else (I am still having difficulty figuring it out exactly), there are foods that I love and want to eat that cause me a great deal of gastrointestinal distress.

For a very long time in my life, it was not something that took up much of my mental space, until I went on a camping trip where I did something to cause a anal skin abrasion, which led to an abscess, which led to a fistula, which led to colorectal surgery, that led to a very real possibility of incontinence at some points in my future/present. I really just cannot physically hold it in like I could before the surgery. As a result, not really understanding what causes me gastrointestinal distress creates very many stressful situations in my life. If there is not reliable access to a restroom within a few minutes walk of wherever I am, where I can comfortably take a shit without making my asshole the center of whatever social situation I am trying to be a part of, I do not feel welcome in that space. I pretty much have to divulge this information when attending any events, conferences, or even in just general social outings. In my daily life, I not only have to try to be very cognizant of what I am eating to a level that is nearly impossible to observe completely, but I also have to carefully pay attention to where restrooms are that can accommodate my needs, which can really complicate things like riding the bus/light rail, taking my dog for a walk, and you know, just existing in public. Preparing to become a parent, and knowing that I am going to have to be responsible for taking care of the needs of another human being while also having restrictions on what I can do myself is a source of fear and anxiety, and made this an issue that I can’t just try to hold inside any longer. 

This changing sense of identity, from “independent white guy” to “disabled future father,” has really crystallized my understanding that public restrooms in the United States are sites of class, race, gender, and ability conflict. Yes, this is me being slow to the conversation, as bathrooms always have been the site of this conflict, because one of the easiest ways of segregating spaces is to just make someone feel uncomfortable existing in that space. Completely ignoring the long history of racism and ableism and sexism and class war that has happened over restrooms, you can see this in contemporary news articles all the time. Cities like Seattle are in a constant battle between businesses, city governments, and city residents to provide restroom services that make a space inviting to the people that different interests want occupying that space. Many cities during the pandemic cut off access to public restrooms, if they even had public restrooms in many parts of their cities, and pretty much expected local businesses to pick up the slack. Most local businesses will have a “customers only” policy, if they provide a restroom at all, as many will use “homelessness and drug use” in the area as justification for shutting down their restrooms as often as possible. And honestly, I understand why. Cleaning restrooms when you are getting paid minimum wage sucks. Cleaning restrooms when you have multiple retail responsibilities at the same time is nearly impossible because, to clean restrooms safely and effectively, it takes time and attention. When public restrooms become one of the only accessible spaces for private activities, they become sites of conflict between all the stakeholders that need or desire private space in public. 

This is why gendering bathrooms along a restrictive and uncompromising gender binary is very close to the same problem as segregating bathrooms along racial binaries. Because human beings require bathrooms to exist, and because controlling who feels welcome and comfortable walking into a space and using the restroom controls who is welcome to be in that space.  When the idea of someone else using the same restroom as you are using makes you feel uncomfortable, whether that is because of the person’s, racial, gender, ability, or class position in relationship to your own, it makes you question whether you feel like you can belong in a space. 

The really fucked up part of this whole situation of “bathrooms as sites of social conflict” are an entirely manufactured infrastructural issue. We build bathrooms in public spaces intentionally to act as gates to limit physical and social access to those spaces. Very few people who design commercial or institutional spaces prioritize making restrooms that feel comfortable and safe to anyone who might use them. Anyone who has even temporarily experienced a disability that affects bathroom usage can tell you this from experience. Restrooms that are designed to make their users feel comfortable and safe are luxuries to be economically exploited and not an inherent protection of human dignity. If we actually treated using the restroom as a fundamental right of human existence, then the situations that lead to anyone feeling uncomfortable in a restroom could easily be fixed at an architectural design level.   I say easily, but that might be a little misleading, given the extent to which governments, businesses, and institutions generally have relied on architecture, and especially the architecture of the restroom, to gatekeep who uses built spaces and for what purposes. Even building better bathrooms doesn’t do anything if those bathrooms are not adequately maintained and thus there are not necessarily one time investitures that could fix all the ways that bathrooms are used to exclude those whom society wants to erase, but the foundational problem is literally structural in nature. If bathrooms were actually seen as public spaces for the basic protection of human dignity then they could be constructed to provide everyone enough privacy where it would not matter who was doing what in that space when you were not occupying it. But because bathrooms are not those spaces, but rather spaces of social and economic control, provided in as minimal a function as possible to prevent large scale public health crises, they will continue to be battle zones over the right of basic existence.

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RIP SPITZ

Mark Spitzer, king of the party, getting ready to tell me the story of “Pressing Brat in Paris.”

When I emailed Mark Spitzer out of the blue, asking him to write the forward for my one and only novel, I Fucked Up, I had not spoken with him for over 5 years. I reached out confidently, cockily even, as just an “old student of yours.” Not really mentioning the depths of our already complicated relationship as much more than student and teacher.  

This has always been my style: hide the messy bits in fantasy, mystery or razzle-dazzle unless there was something to be gained from slopping the carcass down on the kitchen table and inviting everyone to dig into the guts. Spitzer though was always the exact opposite. He never hid the messy bits. 

I dodged explaining myself or where I had been for the intervening years, simply stating that “I had returned from my mission with most of my original body parts intact and a manuscript for a book that I think I am about ready to share with the world.” I told him that I needed a forward “written by someone who finds these collected words and thinks there is value in exposing them(selves?) to the world.”  That was pretty much it, I had reached out to a past Frenemy/mentor/ideological rival with a banal and vague request for his time and ended my email with just an afterthought, “Also, how is life?”

Spitzer, as he always seemed to do with requests for help, replied with a “Sure thing, send it my way,” and I went from living in a garage in Southern California, with plans of becoming an itinerant inventor and salesmen, to being asked to be the graduate student assistant at The Toad Suck Review, pursuing my MFA in creative writing at the University of Central Arkansas. I had to get my application materials prepared while I drove across the Southwest on a road trip with my ex’s son, arranging to take the GRE along the way, with everything I owned, again, condensed to the space of my trunk. All in all, a pretty typical state of affairs for my life, and one that Spitzer never blinked an eye at.

When I had formally been accepted to UCA’s grad school, Spitzer put me up in his house until I got a side-hustle picking up dog shit at a local vet clinic so I could afford to get a place of my own. That is always who Spitzer will be to me: The guy you can intellectually beef with over the secrets of the universe, not speak to in 5 years, and immediately be there to help pick you back up when you might be spiraling harder and faster than you ever might realize.

Yeah, in my head I know he is now gone, and those helping hands have lost their rugged, outdoorsy form, but I feel them still in my heart, around my shoulder, offering my sell-out-self a beer, a joint, and place to stay warm in the cold embrace of infinity.

RIP Mark, and thanks for all the fish. 

Benjamin C. Roy Cory Garrett

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Download and print your own copy of Buddy and Friend!

Looking to print out and attempt to fold your own copy of “Buddy and Friend have an adventure?” Now you can by clicking on the link above. It will link you to the pdf version of the zine housed on a google drive to make sure you can down load a high resolution version to double-sided print and cut out. Let’s see if this works!

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An Animated Tetraflexazine!

We have constructed our first TFZ here at the Black Unicorn Press and will be distributing the print versions around the Seattle, WA area for the time being, but we also have an animated version of the zine that can be explored at our companion Youtube site here:

Buddy and Friend have an Adventure: An animated Tetraflexazine.

Printable Pdfs of Buddy and Friend are available upon request as well!

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The Tetraflexazine: prototypes in motion



This week in the Black Unicorn Press Laboratory we are busy at work developing a new type of hyper textual zine structure called the tetraflexazine, and while we are still in experimental prototyping stages with our new design, we found it entirely too fun not to share with the world.

The idea behind the tetraflexazine begins with the geometrical shape: the tetraflexagon, which can be made with a single piece of paper and a pair of scissors. Mathmagicians have been playing with these shapes for years, and artists have as well, but we at the Black Unicorn Press are especially interested in how this geometric design can be used to structure story telling and idea sharing. 

And thus rises the Tetraflexazine! Let’s walk through one potential option for its structure and what it allows.

NOTE: This example was made with a single sheet of 8.5”x11” printing paper. It is low quality, thin paper and thus bleed through is definitely an issue as the pages of a tetraflexazine occupy both sides of the piece of paper. Once a story suitable for the new shape has been developed, we will be exploring the use of heavier weight paper until we get the right mix of flexibility for folding and thickness to prevent muddled images. This blog post is just about exploring the structure itself.

We at the Black Unicorn Press are fans of the booklet/zine, so we wanted ours to fold down into a structure that cold have a front and back cover and appear as zine like as possible.

Tetraflexazine cover.

The tetraflexazine then opens traditionally onto a page 1 and 2, or a potential inside front cover and inside back cover.

Opening the cover reveals the first 2 inside pages.

The tetraflexazine then folds up into its true tetraflexagon structure presenting another 4 pages that could either be pages 3 through 6 (as represented in the picture) or 1 through 4 if you want to have an inside cover and front matter. From here things get exciting! 

The fully unfolded tetraflexazine.

The reader now has the option to either fold the tetraflexazine vertically or horizontally to reveal a new spread of 4 pages. Each of these 4 pages is unique and can thus either be pages 7 through 10 and 11 through 14, or more interestingly, be pages 7a through 10a,

and 7b through 10b (In our images we have labeled these as Vertical V1 through V4, and Horizontal: H1 through H4). 

The spread opened vertically.

The spread opened horizontally.

Fold the tetraflexazine again along the other axis, and you will get a following 4 page spread, making for pages 11a through 14a and 11b through 14b, or 22 pages total (We have labeled these pages as VH1 through VH 4 and HV1 through HV4, as that corresponds to how you get to these pages). 

The Vertical spread opened horizontally.
The Horizontal spread opened Vertically.

There is obvious potential here for choose your own adventure comics and narrative zines, but we at the BUP also think there is an interesting rhetorical opportunity here as well to explore two different sides of an argument or philosophical idea. Again, we have just been playing around with the mechanics of the form and are very excited to see what people can do with this structure once they have the opportunity to wrap their heads around how it works.

We will even be working on figuring out how to make a digital tetraflexazine to share here on our website once we get a couple of of examples to share that are not just structural models. 

If these ideas are interesting to you, feel free to experiment with them on your own and feel free to share your examples with us by email, or on social media with the hashtags #Tetraflexazine , or #BlackUnicornPress. We look forward to seeing what new stories and ideas this structure can be used to express!

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I F’d Up: the Digital Archive LIVES!!!!

The Black Unicorn Press has officially launched a massive new project in digital media publication called: I F’d Up: the probable digital writing archive of Benjamin C. Roy Cory Garrett! You can find this project now and forever in our brand new “Our Projects” tab under our website menu, or by following the link in the title below.

In addition to including past “print-only publications” of the Black Unicorn Press, such as the original print anthology of I F’d Up,  the Digital Archive already includes a selection of new short stories, and the especially exciting new addition of 302 Corrections Drive, which is over 20 new documents probably written by A Benjamin C. Roy Cory Garrett invested in the state of Arkansas about the relationship 302 Corrections Drive, and the larger Project, I F’d Up: the Digital Archive, are published by the Black Unicorn Press as “Publications in Progress” that will continue to grow and evolve right here in cyber space. Small updates and changes will mostly be announced through our social media platforms, but large scale reorganizations or additions will be announced here as new blog posts. We already have hundreds of pages of poetry, essays, stories, drawings, digital art projects, songs, and other oddities to convert and add to the archive, and we are looking forward to sharing them with the world!

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Past Logos

Assembled below is a collection of Logos from past Black Unicorn Press Publications. If you find another one, please let us know!

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Janky Daze

Note: This post was transferred over from a now defunct Black Unicorn Press site Originally Published in 2015.

a poetry chapbook by benjamin c roy cory garrett

“The Janky, like all ghosts, is real in the stories we tell of it.”

People write poems about places because they feel like those places create them as people. The Janky was the opposite. A place that composed its own poems out of the people that made it the Janky. The creepy, dilapidated, funeral-home-turned-punk-house of Kirksville, MO was torn down in 2014, but the poetry it created in the lives of its inhabitants is still being written.

Janky Daze is my contribution to that endeavor. It is a collection of hand-written poetry and drawings of things that may never have quite happened like I remembered and never will again. Below are a couple of  snap shots of the work found inside.

This is an unknown page number of the Janky Daze Chapbook.
This is page 16 of the Janky Daze Chapbook.
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I Fucked Up

NOTE: This post was originally made July 6th, 2015. I Fucked Up will be coming to the internet and available through the Black Unicorn Press website soon!

An Autobiographical Anthology
Edited by Fredrick Thomas Long

The concept of autobiography as anthology is rather conceited. But sometimes invented perspective into one’s own life gives the opportunity to put “truth” in its constructed context between the experience and the people experiencing it. I Fucked Up is about the invention of selves and the experiences that define them. As the name would imply, I Fucked up is a semi-linear exploration of the takes and mistakes of Benjamin C. Roy Cory Garrett.

Here is an anonymous review/response to I Fucked Up that maybe explains the content more honestly than I:

“[yr book] which i loved reading and remembering people and having a little window in to your world and seeing/exploring/feeling the depth of male guilt and i also wonder about male essentialism and how that is bullshit and how you are not defined by your gender and can bask in your own amazingness without guilt or i would like to think/hope that that is a possibility for all people.  and i felt like you were being to hard on yourself and wanted to offer you a hug and appreciation for all the ways you show up in the world that defy your social conditioning”

Here is another review that strokes an author’s ego:

“Anyway, I was damn glad I read it, and I hope a lot more people get the opportunity. It seems to me you’ve constructed something that a lot of auto/biographies could take a lesson from–namely, a text that looks and reads like a living document. A selfish part of me hopes you keep adding sections to it; a more charitable part of me wonders how possible it is for you to put it down and move on. The inter-text parts were also hot shit. Some of the most emotional moments come in the email inclusions and the letters, not to mention the dialogic divisions of space in the initial text. You’ve really hit on something there.”

The book itself is an unusual project as it is designed to be a living print document. Unlike traditionally bound books, I Fucked Up is designed to rearrangeable by the reader, and additional secret material is available for those that follow the instructions inside. While the first updates to to the anthology, advancing the edition to .01.04 was going be going in the mail October 2015, circumstances led to that not happening. The good news is that new updates to the book will be getting published digitally in the near future and will be accessible, and printable for free online. The Black Unicorn Press has only 1 copy of the book left, so it is no longer available by any means known to us.

Below is a picture of the TRUE cover of the print anthology. All other versions are fakes and their authenticity cannot be confirmed.