“I don’t know what the definition of pornography is and nobody else does either. Pornography is somebody else’s erotica that you don’t like. People are interested in their own sexuality and they’ve always reflected it in their art. End of story. What I did, that was maybe different was that I wrote from a woman’s point of view. And I tried to slice open a woman’s head, and show what her fantasies were. So that’s a revolution of sorts, an enormous revolution, the revolution of our century going from the male point of view to the female… and I would say the most frequent response is ‘Thank you. For making me feel I am not a freak.’”
In Robin Epstein, “Free associating with Erica Jong (It ain’t over till it’s over)”, Lilith magazine, vol. 20, no. 3 (Fall 1995).
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