Our stock in trade is raw, flailing sex.

Married sex is like being awake during your own autopsy. It is root canal work without anesthetic.

Our photographs are filthier and our stories are more disgusting. We make no effort to be artistic.

Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.

The status quo. Both countries have grossly underestimated rates of infection, both have an increasing sex trade, and both have done nothing to stop the spread of AIDS. These are recipes for disaster.

Glamour is what I sell, it's my stock in trade.