Further, for once, I like the idea that people who think I'm a constant voice for the furthering of the imagination have to see that interest in a more materialistic fashion.

Writing is the one art form that really should allow you to hang yourself.

And books that were published in much larger numbers than Selfish, Little are hard to find. And publishers who wanted to publish my last few works have them stuck in limbo while new distribution ideas and legal issues and fears are blown away.

Once again, I think there is little art being done that really owns up to such intense possibilities.

But, right now, the situation is that almost all of my writing is out of print.

Im not trying to do conceptual art.

My introduction to the Brady book was an attempt to nail the exact same idea since Brady addressed the point. And since I write pornography, naturally, something of an obsession for me.