For Some Reason Writing And Drawing Are

You Can't Live And Write At The Same Time.

It Was Not A Triumphal Return. Home, As I Had Known It, Was Gone.

Nancy Drew Was Always Changing Her Outfits. I Despised Girls' Clothing, I Couldn't Wait To Get Home From School And Get Out Of It. The Last Thing I Wanted To Read Was Minute Descriptions Of Nancy's Frocks.

If It Weren't For The Unconventionality Of My Desires, My Mind Might Never Have Been Forced To Reckon With My Body.

I Never Really Read Superhero Stuff As A Kid.