Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

The satiric ethos of Mad was a much bigger childhood influence.

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.

I try not to have anything too much going on between waking up and getting to work. I like to just be really fresh when I sit down. I always have my best ideas, like, within five minutes of starting. And then the rest of the day is just kind of putting in time.