Most of my friends are women - I quite fancied being a woman in a way.

I am quite girly.

Most of the Communists I knew were nice people.

I think that my ideas of the world are that it's random and cruel but kind of quite comical really, and therefore the humour, in a sense, springs from that.

People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs.

I would say I was still a Marxist - which is not to be confused with being a Communist. Despite its flaws, Marxism still seems to explain the material world better than anything else.