I write erotica to remember I am alive. I write erotica as gift. I write erotic in response to theory that engages
vulnerability. Judith Butler writes in Frames of War, 'If we accept the insight that our very survival depends not on
the policing of a boundary, but on recognizing how we are bound up with others, then this leads us to reconsider the
way in which we conceptualize the body in the field of politics. In fact, I am not at all sure we can identify a human
form, nor do I think we need to.'
I also write against. I write erotica against art and all those related to art (curators, collectors, academics, all
participating ponzy schemers) that sell bodies and labor to support notions of essentialism that relate directly to
capitalism. To sell, own, or buy a woman's body is a crime unless the woman is the one doing it, of course. Self-
empowerment is the only power.