For the past couple of years I've been attending erotic drawing classes here in NYC. Sometimes, while I'm drawing beautiful guys in depraved poses like the two above, I have flashbacks to an afternoon in high school biology class 30 years ago when my teacher, Mr. Schofield, took a wild tangent into aesthetics to state authoritatively that it was unnatural for anyone to want to look at a picture of a naked man's ass. I think one of the primary motivations for me making art has been to say, "Fuck You Schofield."

I'm tickled pink to have work featured in the "Queer Art Issue" of this cool zine from Los Angeles. I'm among good company with Tom of Finand, Michael Kirwin, Xavier Gicquel among others. You can order your very own copy here.

It warms my evil little heart that they used one of my older, weirder images. It illustrates a cautionary tale of two foolish fratboys who skipped class when they heard the circus was in town and learned the hard way that there is no such thing as a 'free' cigar.