I wrote this long before I became Jojo....

A friend of mine the now sadly departed Liverpool poet Adrian Henri used to joke that he used to fall in love for a living. Popular folk-law suggests that artists are tortured souls who have to die of hunger or self-destruct with alcohol, drugs and if not some nasty sexual disease, at least a broken heart. Maybe my art stems from a different form of self-abuse but I strongly believe a healthy body promotes a healthy mind. I love my body, it fascinates me, and I have very soft sensitive smooth skin like a woman's. Maybe this coupled to the fact that my playful drawn imagery is rather like a woman's suggests I have something of a female mind too. Perhaps it is that which gives me a strange fascination for hermaphrodites and transsexuals. And I greatly admire people like them who have the courage to change their gender and become who they feel. But the truth is I would never be a good candidate for total feminization myself as I feel quite comfortable and enjoy being a 'fairly normal' hetrosexual male. I think the lurking exhibitionist in me likes the idea of becoming some sort of beautiful porn star but the beauty of being an artist is that one can still share those dreams on paper. One interesting question still remains, what gender will I be when I come back the next time, a beautiful 'Love Party' Cicciolina or a gun toting George Bush?