Each bit of my sundered self is an aspect of the meaning of my life.

The habitué of pornographic films, the man searching for a woman with whom to share his life, the mystic and philosopher, are all the same person. Each of them embodies an aspect of the value, the significance of my life. Each of them encapsulates a spectrum of my history. The pornographic films go back to my first encounter with organised nakedness in my fathers naturist magazines, the interest in which for which I was punished for being a transgressive child, but the fascination engendered by it has never left me. It developed with the man who was a virgin until his 30s and whose conception of relationships with women is essentially romantic