“I did large drawings of couples having sex! Men and woman enjoying intercourse and oral sex in a Madison Avenue Gallery? That was the first time I broke a barrier that made me think, some idiot is going to blow my brains out for sure.”

I think my poems are slightly underrated by the word accessible.

It’s very hard for a man to ask questions about sex. The smart ones do.

Masturbation is our first and natural form of sexual activity and if that’s inhibited or damaged, then we suffer for the rest of our lives.

Not all women are going to get married, be monogamous and raise a family. It will destroy the current social structure based on a sexual double standard that we’re currently living under.

The galleries are simply corporations in the art world – “Here’s a million dollars for this latest piece of crap” – but I’m not about to go along with the gallery system.

A monogamous marriage and family is what some women want – but not all of us. We are mostly doing serial monogamy anyway.

I consider myself a lesbian, but I’m a bisexual lesbian.

Instead of being a well-known painter, I became everybody’s favorite dirty joke. Come to think of it, teaching masturbation skills is pretty weird.

We are constantly protecting the male ego, and it’s a disservice to men. If a man has any sensitivity or intelligence, he wants to get the straight scoop from his girlfriend.

We all have our individual romantic or idealistic ideas. To get information that masturbation is our basic form of sex is hard, because who wants to admit they’re masturbating?

The media only wants to get the view of the flaming radicals because they make better copy than those of us who are more sensible. I’m a feminist and I think I’ve done a lot of good.

It’s just blind luck when a woman is born into a wealthy family and attends the best colleges and joins top sororities.

The powers that be understand that sexual freedom or liberation with any kind of joy means they are losing control.

Masturbation is a meditation on self-love. So many of us are afflicted with self-loathing, bad body images, shame about our body functions, and confusion about sex and pleasure, I recommend an intense love affair with yourself

I consider the 70s to be the youth of old age. So all you women out there who are afraid of getting older, just keep your orgasms in place, eat a lot of vegetables, take exercise, and you’ll be fine.

Although my Dad was a talented calligrapher and both of my younger brothers were successful, I was the first one in my family to graduate from high school.