Humping Stumps

**Disclaimer: This subject matter is not for everyone, and many will find it disturbing.**

As I have mentioned before, I am endlessly fascinated by various deviant subcultures of society. I have no desire to be a participant, but rather I prefer the role of the voyeur; observing and studying the people hiding within the fringe.

It is with that preface that I bring you Larry W. Green’s artzine Women Without Limbs. I found this publication hidden (literally!), under stacks of other zines at my local emporium of choice.

As I sat on the floor and thumbed through every issue, I felt like a sicko fuck. But all I could think about was how i had to have it and wondered what this author of dark-sided festishes was like.

Mr. Green, under the guise of an artist, is my first encounter with a real-life Devotee. The proper term for a Devotee is an Acrotomophiliac. In short Acrotomophilia is characterized by sexual arousal from being with an amputee.

Women Without Limbs is a collection of Mr. Green’s drawings of amputee women, and I picked up the first issue with accompanying stories of the women. I should note that this isn’t any kind of publication mass distributed. It is a stapled, B&W copied zine and I’d wager to bet I’m the only person to have ever purchased it at
this shop.

I never have adverse reactions to any of the filth I read, research or what not. But this is the one thing that actually succeeded in turning my stomach. The idea of it, while perverse, wasn’t too offensive to me. But when I began reading all the material from Mr. Green’s perspective, I became torn between feeling sad for how consumed he was with his obsession and being digusted by the how far he would go for the promise of pleasure.

I want to share the story that made my jaw drop.

The Love Note

It had been a horrific accident. One day Diane was just a happy and healthy young woman. The next day her body had been changed forever. She had been damaged, depressed and alone these past two years. Most of her family and friends had deserted her. She lived by herself. Diane had dreamed of romance. She dreamed of having some one to love her, but that idea had vanished like her arm and legs when she was struck by a drunk driver. But one night she heard a noise outside of the door of her apartment. She manuevered her wheelchair to the door and found a sealed envelope. She read the note inside. She didn’t know if she should be afraid or delighted. That night she lies in bed and reads the mysterious note again; “I love you. Your secret admirer.” Diane lays there thinking to herself and then seh begins to smile. She realizes one thing. Be it good or bad. She has a secret admirer.

Mr. Green does this a lot in Women Without Limbs. He tells a story of someone else from a 3rd party perspective, except that he is IN the story. It gives me such an uncomfortable feeling that my skin crawls. It’s some real Jeffrey Dahmer John Wayne Gacy style storytelling.

Oh yeah, and for an artist he really sucks at drawing.

11 comments March 8th, 2007