Somewhere in our cultural subconscious, we crave these figures that are big and strong and unassailable, like masculine fortresses. It's like how the 9/11 firemen were venerated.

The creative process taps into our deepest subconscious, and we are each of us sex-crazed - products of a shame-based Judeo-Christian culture that has irrevocably warped us all to varying degrees.

I even felt like I liked guys better than women - that men were relevant and women weren't. It took me a while to realize I'd been socialized to have a slighting view of my own gender.

In the late sixties, when revolution and upheaval were everywhere, feminists were ridiculed for focusing on housework.

We are all somebody's children, and when we're in pain, we regress, instinctively looking to our parents to make everything better.

Guys know how to read each other's signals. They know how to telegraph love for one another without throwing their arms around one another.