You know, I talk a big talk about trying to make my work more appealing to a wider audience. Trying to tone down the sex, make inroads to a general sort of folk. But in the end it might simply be the case that I’m an erotic cartoonist and I won’t be satisfied doing anything else.

For some reason it all comes back to tits.

In a sense I suppose that’s a juvenile way of thinking. I’m in some sort of arrested development. But then again I’m a faithful married man with two kids and a decent job. I’m a helluva nice guy. I’m pretty god damned normal, really. Besides the titty drawings and a pretty pervasive, but healthy, skepticism.

So arrested or not, developed or not, what I like to do when I’m not doing normal stuff (working, eating, cooking, chasing kids) is draw hot babes with swords.

And that’s kinda ok with me.