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    Okay, it's probably about time I talked about all the female nudity in my fiction. Yes, I'm a voyeur, which is to say that, at the center of my sexual fantasies, is not the sexual act itself but a woman's naked body. Not to get too creepy, although I imagine it's a little late for that, but it's been a bit of an obsession of mine ever since I hit puberty. I was scrounging around in the used book bins at our local Salvation Army when I was about twelve, thirteen years old, and came across some nudist mags. Couldn't believe what I was seeing. Grown adults running around without any clothes on? I come from a fairly large family, two sisters and two brothers,  and there was nothing like that at home. I'd never seen any of my parents naked ever, never, ever. I eventually came to believe that all of art is somehow, way down deep, based on the naked body, a woman's naked body usually. So, when I reach way down deep within myself for my fiction, that's what emerges along with everything else. Too much information, I know, but, you know, I'm just saying.