(Laugh) Yeah, either job. You know, I'm never quite sure what the real reason I carry it is.

No, I'm under no illusions that I might not end up raped or hurt against my will someday, but I'm careful, and if it happens I'll deal with it as best I can as have so many other women.

I know, I know. You bought a girl a drink...why in the hell should you care?

Because you should know that my fantasies aren't because I'm repressed, or abused, or because I don't have a life. I've had erotic fantasies of my own death since I was a small child, since before I even knew what "erotic" was. My early dreams and fantasies involved being hunted, eaten, killed. They were cartoonish and unrealistic, no sex involved. As I got older I discovered sex. I discovered Gilles de Rais, and Dracula, and serial killers...