88.

So far I’ve been comfortable with my nudity. Both at home, by the sea, at the beach, in the sauna, at the gym, where ever, and in my art. 

So far it has been hell trying to get the new art published. The response is always fair and good, most seem to like the ideas, the execution and the artwork in it self. Is collages a hard thing to promote? Are the replies nice and friendly, and untrue? 

On the other hand. I’ve been offered to strip in front of the camera for two magazines so far. I might do that instead. It’s easier? 

87.

For years I confused sex and love. I thought that the more sex you had, the more you were loved. I thought that I would be loved more, if I just had endless sex. But it doesn’t really work like that. 

I never felt like that about my books or my art. If you don’t like it, that’s not the same as not liking me.

For years I didn’t love my self. Sex helped a bit. People liking my art, my texts, my cock, it did help. It still does help. Sometimes. Not every time I’m feeling down. But sometimes. 

Anyways, husbands to be; I don’t know how to love you.