Show me pornography which promotes violence against women, and I'll buy it.

Hatespeak is usually more honest than lovespeak, and it's always better than doublespeak.

People can be so heartless and dirty.

What are a genuine pain in the ass are all the misconceptions and outright lies. I read somewhere that in 2004 I was homeless in Seattle and drinking heavily, which came as a shock since I've never been homeless and haven't had a drink since 1982. I've also heard SEVERAL times that I'm a card-carrying member of several white-supremacist groups, when the last group I belonged to was the Boy Scouts.

Anti-racist propaganda is relentless and inescapable, as if the propagandists fear that if they shut up about it for a second, they'd instantly become racists themselves.

When I see two women kissing, my only physical reaction is a strong desire to vomit in both of their mouths.

If anything, I've probably tended more toward humor in my writing and veered more toward pleasure in my personal life.