I know this reveals a cynical view of woman. In my defense it was drawn a long time ago by a 1987 version of me while in the infantry. I love women, but matters of love remain torn between what one wants and what one gets. Homosexuality maybe offers an easy way to intimacy, but I can’t get past the hairy ugliness of men, plus I have hemorrhoids. Thus I remain condemned to love and admire women as the work of art that they are, if only alone and from afar.