Excerpt from, "Not Exactly Don Juan...and The Liberated Woman"

...Phil Dunlap, a Grand Master in the Martial Arts. Phil is primarily a Grand Master in Burmese style martial arts of Hkyen, meaning “all out fighting.” The Burmese call it ‘Thaing.’ Phil has a broad range of understanding of the aspects of many areas of ‘htwi hkyen’ (‘lethwei’ in Burmese), ‘gamu hkyen’ (‘naban’ in Burmese) and other forms of martial arts for sport and self-defense.

Phil was trained from age six and forward by his now deceased maternal grandfather, William O’Shaunessy, they called him ‘Wild Bill’.

Phil has always been straight with people. He even tried talking guys out of fighting. Because like he would say, “Fighting is crazy. Don’t you know that?” You would stand there and look at him and wonder why is this guy who some called, ‘The Crazy Guy in the Basement’, just dissing the very thing he trains and has done for most of his life?

One thing quite a few people don’t know about Phil is, that he is shy. But he fakes not being shy pretty well. Practice I believe. It’s like me faking normal. Phil knows I try to do that ‘normal’ thing.

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