I'm pretty illiterate when it comes to comics history.

In a narcissistic cathexis, you invest more energy into your ideas about another person than in the actual, objective, external person. So the man who falls in love with beauty is quite different from the man who loves a girl and feels she is beautiful and can see what is beautiful about her.

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

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.

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

The writing is hard, and the drawing is fun. It's very satisfying to see a drawing start to come together.

I love Jules Feiffer. I didn't discover him until I was a little older.