You could call My Own #18 the "relationship issue". It starts off with the editor's rant on wanting friends, not community; further on L. Mirari writes about encountering the stranger; A. W. talks about solitude; and on the back page the editor talks of who he considers his comrades. In addition, Nick Ford's surreal fiction, Anne Archet's delightfully crude poetry, Radovan Ivšić's brilliant diatribe against academia, Ichabod Heranow feeling weary of holidays and hippie liberal community-mindedness, and reviews of books by Nick Land and Albertine Sarrazin.
My Own is a publication of anarchist, egoist, individualist ideas, literature and analysis coming from an explicitly anti-capitalist, non-market egoist perspective aimed at encouraging the interweaving of individual insurrections against all forms of authority, domination and enforcement of conformity
My Own is a provocation. I assume that's obvious to anyone who's read it... I want to provoke thought about the ideas expressed here. But since I don't have a gospel to spread, I also want to provoke discomfort among those who don't want to think and challenge their own sacred ideas. I'd rather drive such dullards away since they have nothing to offer me. This is why I play with words in a way that challenges even some of my own assumptions... So My Own is a game, a challenge, a wager. I am gambling that in this way, I will find the accomplices I desire.