On Nudity

I've never done any official nude work. I don't because I hate it. Every two-bit art student on the planet thinks that doing nude work is deep and meaningful. Fuck. Off.

I remember a few years back when I was doing research on the human form for cartoon drawing. I couldn't even count the number of "artistic" websites filled to overflowing with naked women in "artistic," yet somehow blatantly pr0nogfik poses and sets. Tellingly, all of them required membership fees. If you're paying a membership for access to a bunch of photos, it's porn. I'm sorry. You're jacking off to it, you're not admiring the artistic merits.

Don't get me wrong. I love porn. I have porn. I've watched porn. I even recognize that there is art in porn. What I do NOT do is try to rationalize or legitimize my enjoyment of porn by wrapping it up in faux-artistic pretensions. I even remember the very first time I was exposed to this clap-trap, in the form of the magazine Black + White These publications exist so self-important men can whack off and still feel superior to those who whack off to such lowly publications like Penthouse. Fuck. Off.

Say what it is. It's high-quality porn. That's all. Trying to say otherwise just makes you look like an ass.