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Hello and welcome to Issue 69 of Naked Sunfish!! This is our unofficial “Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n Roll” issue! So please, if you are in any way offended by a blunt, honest portrayal (albeit mostly humorous) of any or all of these subjects I highly (pun intended) advise you NOT TO READ ISSUE 69!! That’s what I do with Fox (So Called) News! I am so offended that I DO NOT GO THERE! You’ve been duly warned.

Now to our regular readers – enjoy Issue 69!!!

Rick Brown

Giant V

by Rick Brown

It was late Friday afternoon … probably after 4 p.m. It was winter break, so students had gone home and the campus was delightfully dead. A couple other staff members were working the circulation desk, while I sat readied at my desk to make some sort of authoritative supervisory decision if one came up. I was confident that none would. It was, after all, the holiday season and people had better things to do than spend a good chunk of their time doing research in a university library.

Except for me. I was doing some heavy research by reading the satirically funny, faux newspaper called The Onion. This is how I spent many a final Friday hour at the place I spent nearly 31 years working … and doing research of course. I still love The Onion’s farcical news stories. I always made a point of reading Dan Savage’s advice column “Savage Love” as well. Mr. Savage is an author, columnist and gay political activist. I’ve always enjoyed his “no holds barred” frankness when giving relationship and sex advice. He is also well known for his conflicts with social conservatives and the adaption of the term “Santorum” for … well … you look it up. Suffice it to say I agree that Rick Santorum deserves the label.

I’ve got my own dirt to share.

So I’m sitting in the back of the department, all by myself, in the quiet, reading “Savage Love”. A man had written in and asked Dan about clitorises. Apparently the guy’s girlfriend had a particularly large one and he wondered if this was normal. Mr. Savage sensed the writer’s veiled homophobia, as I did. It was obvious the writer was uncomfortable with something that may resemble a tiny penis. (Perhaps he had one himself.) But in a professional move, because of his sexual orientation and ignorance of female genitalia, Savage referred the question to a gynecologist … a lesbian gynecologist in fact.

Her response was very positive … very professional … stating emphatically that vaginas are all similar, as are clitorises, yet can be very different at the same time … just like penises. The good doctor reassured the writer that despite the bigger size, his girlfriend’s clitoris was normal and healthy. He should accept it and love her for being exactly the way she was … appreciate her uniqueness.

Then … to be even more convincing I suppose … the gynecologist wrote that many, many men love big clitorises! She went on to add that some men actually celebrate large clitorises! And to prove her point she provided a link to a website where men could participate in the celebratory process!

Friday. Work. No one around. Nothing happening.

To click or not to click. THAT was the question.

I pondered my dilemma.

“The woman is a DOCTOR!” I thought to myself. “A PROFESSIONAL!” “She is recommending a site that CELEBRATES WOMEN’S ANATOMY!”

I sat nonplussed for what seemed a long while.

Then … I moved my mouse and … clicked.

Immediately my monitor screen was filled with the image of a gargantuan vagina! It was as if gazing upon a fleshy Grand Canyon. The image … with its voluminous vulva … was at once a vast Labia landscape both Majora and Minora! And there … just before the North Rim of this amazing womanhood in widescreen … was what appeared as if a firm, fleshy, grandiose Leaning Tower of Clitoris!

Besides being in shock at what had just transpired, I experienced a myriad of emotions. First, I felt as if I were a newborn … a baby born with the sensibilities of a 55-year-old man. And I was looking back from whence I came. I glanced down to see if there was an umbilical cord.


Immediately following this “2nd birth” thought came this one: I was a gynecologist examining my patient using the Hubble Telescope!!

THAT’S how gigantic this vagina appeared to be!

I sat there silently dumbfounded … in awe and more than a bit shocked.

Then I heard, “Hey Rick! How … uh … uh …oh myyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

I whipped my head around to see who it might be.

It was not my immediate supervisor.

It was not the head of the department.

It was one very huge mukkity muck! Le grand fromage! A very, very BIG CHEESE! One stratospheric authority figure!

I began speaking in tongues.


My face was as bright red as a … as a … as a ROOSTER’S COMB!!!

Finally it occurred to me to get the giant vagina off my computer screen.

With trembling hand I clicked the screen blank.

I inhaled deeply and acted like nothing had happened. And he did as well. Fortunately, we were both on friendly terms. And one of the great things about libraries is that censorship is vehemently opposed. Librarians are very much true libertarians.

The two of us have never spoken of this late Friday during the holiday break occurrence. Nor will we ever.

And when I am confused as whether to click or not click … I wait until I am safely at home.


by Dennis Toth

Your life,
Your honor,
Your world,
Your soul,
Your mind.

So occupy
Your dreams,
Your hopes,
Your thoughts,
Your fears.

You must occupy
Your present,
Your future,
Your now
And forever.

The Non Fiction Theater of the Truly Mundane
proudly presents:

Anatomically Analogous!

by Rick Brown

Scene: The outside lobby of an indoor theater. People are filing out of the theater from doors both stage right and left. The crowd is probably 90% women. Above each door is a modest marquee reading:

“The Vagina Monologues”
2 p.m. & 8 p.m.

Rick and his wife Yvonne are standing center stage obviously discussing the afternoon’s performance.

Rick (pointing to small group of women stage left) – Hey! Isn’t that Iris over there?

Yvonne – Yeah, I think it is.

Rick - Wow! I haven’t seen her in maybe 10 years! Hey IRIS!!

Rick and Yvonne walk briskly over to Iris who is chatting with two other women.

Both take turns hugging her.

Rick – How are you? It’s been such a long time!

Iris – Yes it has. It’s so good to see you both again!

Rick – How did you like the show?

Iris (nodding towards her two friends) – We all thought it was FABULOUS!

Yvonne – Wasn’t it?!

Iris (to Rick) – How about you? You were one of maybe 7 men in there. Did you like it?

Rick – Yeah. I really did. Although I think I’ve heard the word “vagina” more in the past 2 hours than I had my entire life.

Everyone chuckles.

Rick – We were pretty close to the front. Where were you guys sitting?

Iris’s Friend # 1 – A little ways back. Not at the very top of the room but close.

Iris’s Friend # 2 – Yes, in the center about ¾ of the way back.

Rick – Well … I guess that would make you guys the … uh…clitoris huh?

Iris’s Friend # 1 – GASP!

Iris’s Friend # 2 – I cannot BELIEVE you said that!

Iris and Yvonne – HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!


Rick – himself
Yvonne – herself
Iris – herself
Iris’s Friend # 1 – her shocked self
Iris’s Friend # 2 – her indignant self
Iris and her Friends collectively – depends who you ask

Cutting Room Floor

Shadowbox Live
The Worly Building
Brewery District
Columbus, Ohio
by Rick Brown

Reefer Madness

Shadowbox Live
Worly Building
The Brewery District
Columbus, Ohio

by Rick Brown

Issue #15
A Rose by Any Other Name
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Rick's book, Best Bites is available at:

Pierre & Natasha
Morris Jackson

C. Mehrl Bennett
, Tom Cassidy & Matthew Stolte

Journal entry # 1081

Thursday, January 7, 1982 9:32 a.m.

by Rick Brown

Two days in a row now … I didn’t go in to work again today. My health didn’t improve a whole lot from yesterday. Breathing has been difficult. It’s getting me down. Plus I feel like a real slug.

Maybe I’ll do some laundry to justify my existence. Or write a poem.

“An Ode to My Code”

Behold the cold!
It makes you feel old … even when you ain’t.
A cold makes you sit and wait.
You watch television shows you hate.
Blow your nose
whether it works or not.
You never get used to a head full of snot.
You can change your clothes
but you’re still stuck in the club.
‘cause everything you touch
smells like Vick’s Vapo Rub!

(editor’s note February 9, 2012 – I suppose it’s comforting to know that some things never change. My apologies to Ogden Nash.)

Torch Songs
Shadowbox Live Stage 2

Worly Building
The Brewery District
Columbus, Ohio

by Rick Brown

by Sue Olcott

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The Big Picture

Raconteur Theatre
Club Diversity
Columbus, Ohio

by Rick Brown

It’s spring again and that means The Flex Series presented by Raconteur Theatre! Wow … is it really the 5th time for my favorite collection of shorts by this small but mighty troupe? Was it really almost 4 years ago when we krammed into tiny Kafe Kerouac for After the Afterglow? The time may have flown by … because Flex is a lot of fun.

This year is another first. The Big Picture consists of 12 very short plays, all penned by Mark Harvey Levine. This makes for a nice consistent flow of the presentation. And nothing could make it that much more enjoyable than being upstairs at Club Diversity.

The show begins with “A Nice Danish Boy”. This is a delightful spoof of Hamlet given a traditional Jewish flavor. The actors stumbled slightly at first, but quickly settled into a groove. Sean Reid (Hamlet) and Gertrude (Susan Sheaffer) eased into a nice banter. Amy Drake’s direction keeps the sarcasm subtle yet pointed, effectively enhancing both Mr. Levine’s wonderful script and the Shakespearian references.

“A Fit of Pique” involves a new couple. Annie (Carmen Scott) is convinced she needs the constant annoyance of her sister Lisa (Jessica Studer) in order for her beauty to shine. Her new boyfriend Rich (Greg McGill) is unconvinced until Annie goes it alone and becomes the girlfriend from hell. Ms. Scott’s performance here is both hilarious and creepy. Her ease at physical humor is amazing.

With tight direction from Mary-Aileen St. Cyr, “Howard” becomes believable in its preposterous premise. Howard (Sean Reid) sees himself as both an Older Man (John Feather) and a Middle Aged Man (Andy Batt). Thanks to time travel, each stage of Howard’s life, and the consequences of his life decisions, are revealed, and dissected as to what choices begat regrets. The casting here is perfect. Collectively the actors, similar in stature, give convincing performances of the same man at odds with different stages of himself.

Conversely, the next play is a singular monologue. In “A Birthday Party” Jennifer Barlup portrays Jen, waiting at a bus stop with a party in tow. Not quite a stalker and far from girlfriend, Ms. Barlup both sweetly convinces her intentions are good, yet implicates emotional danger. Her performance is superbly schizophrenic.

Closing Act I is “The Big Picture”. This is hysterical. Jason Speicher’s direction is amazingly manic, yet childlike. Each character is a specific color in a box of crayons. And they watch as a little girl uses each of them while drawing a big picture. Emotionally, the crayons want to convince themselves that, even if they are used up they will always be a part of “The Big Picture”. Yet when Burnt Sienna (nimbly played by Chris Martin) is taken, used, and thrown back with possibly a broken middle, the dialogue turns deliciously existential. Each crayon must now contemplate the present, the future, and their demise. The ensemble is exuberant with a tad of cautious resignation. And when Peach (a terrific Mary-Aileen St. Cyr) blurts out (and I’m paraphrasing here) “I USED to be FLESH. But NOW I’m called PEACH!” I almost fell out of my chair.

Act II is just as solid. “Shades” is a brooding piece centered on relationships. As a cube is turned occasionally exposing a different color each time, we see the dynamics of human interaction from a different perspective. Sean Reid effectively directed the play with solid performances by Jenn Barlup, Andy Batt and Stephen Woosley.

“Two Minute Warning” is a parody of sports commentary. The Announcer (Jim Coe) and color Commentator (Tom Shafer) deadpan a delightful mockery of the seriousness of sports sideline chat during a serious play. This cultural cross-examination is quite entertaining. Similarly, closely following is “The Candidate” in which Barb (Catherine Rinella) prompts candidate Tom (Jim Coe) about what terrible things are happening in the world. But the candidate puts a politically positive spin on every epiphany. Mr. Coe really shines here as a subtly smarmy, yet upbeat politician.

In between these two is “A Walk in the Ocean”. Thanh Nguyen and Jill Ceneskie play Bill and Karen respectively. Bill assumes Karen is ready to end the relationship, and he is correct. So they take a walk … in the ocean. While charming at points and well intended, I found this piece …ironically … a little dry. A little tweaking here could help make the piece more dynamic and Act II as seamless as the first.

“A Little Fresh Air” is another one actor monologue. Andy Batt (Man) is taking a baby out for fresh air in the park. Under the direction of Ms. St. Cyr, Mr. Batt’s portrayal of a clueless, yet intuitive caretaker is tender, warm and genuinely humorous. The gentleness of his self-deprecation is touching and real.

On the opposite end of the emotional spectrum is the abruptness of “Take Our Picture”. Margaret (Susan Sheaffer) and Phillip (Tom Shafer) stop Wendell (Chris Martin) and ask him to take their picture. After all, it is the place they first met. But as the story unfolds, the couple comes to the realization that they need to go their separate ways. Wendell then proposes they get a picture of their ending. Amazingly, the cast effectively shuns sentimentality while avoiding cynicism. Mr. Martin’s Wendell in particular, sees that an ending is also a new beginning. With an inquisitive warmth, Martin brings an effectively real ending, cunningly avoiding what could in lesser hands, have been trite.

Closing The Big Picture is a joyously goofy, “School of Thought”. Stephen Woosley’s direction is delightfully Dionysian. Fish of all colors, ages, and emotional moods swim chaotically around the stage blub, blub, blubbering a dialogue that is somehow coherent in its nonsense. The ensemble is an enchanting end to Act II paralleling the close of Act I. This makes Raconteur’s presentation a very nice homage to Mark Harvey Levine’s work.

The Big Picture at Club Diversity presented by Raconteur Theatre is a night out I highly recommend. The show runs until April 21st. For more information and show times please go to: http://raconteurtheatre.com/

For more information about Club Diversity please go to: http://www.clubdiversity.biz

The Non Fiction Theater of the Truly Mundane
proudly presents:

Captain Tony’s

by Rick Brown

Scene: Captain Tony’s Saloon (The original Sloppy Joes’) in Key West, Florida. Stage right is a counter where souvenirs are sold. A very old Captain Tony sits behind it. Stage left is a pool table area. Directly in front of the tables, Gary Hempsey (a popular local singer/songwriter http://www.garyhempseykeywest.com/) sits on a stool playing “Hotel California”. Center stage is a rectangular bar where about 7 or 8 people sit.. Rick and his buddy Dan are at the side closest to Gary drinking beer and enjoying the music.

Rick – this is a cool place to hang.

Dan – yeah. Love this guy’s music too.

Gary finishes “Hotel California”

Dan – do you know “Southern Cross”?

Gary begins playing Dan’s request.

Mid-song a middle aged woman walks in accompanied by a 20 something woman. They sit at a table just to Dan’s left. Dan, always the gentleman, strikes up a conversation with the two women.

Dan (a few minutes later to Rick) – those two are a mother and daughter. They’re on vacation and they came all the way from South America!

Rick – Wow.

Dan resumes his conversation with the two women while Gary finishes playing “Southern Cross”.

Dan – Hey GARY! These two want to hear “Hotel California”!

Gary –I just played “Hotel California”!

Dan - But they weren’t here yet!

Gary – Too bad! I just fucking played it!

Dan – C’mon Gary! Play “Hotel California” for them!

Gary – I just fucking PLAYED “Hotel California”!

Dan – They want to hear it BAD Gary!


Dan – Have a heart Gary!

Gary – Just FUCKING played it!

Dan – C’mon Gary! They came all the way from Columbia, South America!!

Gary looks at the women intently, pauses for a few minutes and smiles.

Gary (earnestly) – Can you get me some WEED??!!!



Dan – himself
Rick – himself
The 2 Columbian Women – their Columbian selves
Gary – his fucking self
Captain Tony – his old self

by Rick Brown

Hmmm # 42

If you’ve got it
flaunt it.
If you’ve almost
got it
flaunt it

Hmmm # 43

POst circumcisiOn
does foreskin

Issue 1 - January 2002