Chris Offutt Quote
At the time I wasn’t even sure what she meant—what does anyone do? We mark time until we die. She was still waiting for an answer. My roommate filled the silence. He’s a writer, he said. Oh, she said. What does he write about? His dick. She gave me a sharp look and said, That sounds like pornography. No, my roommate said. If he writes about other people’s dicks, it’s porn. But if it’s his own, it’s art.
Chris Offutt
At the time I wasn’t even sure what she meant—what does anyone do? We mark time until we die. She was still waiting for an answer. My roommate filled the silence. He’s a writer, he said. Oh, she said. What does he write about? His dick. She gave me a sharp look and said, That sounds like pornography. No, my roommate said. If he writes about other people’s dicks, it’s porn. But if it’s his own, it’s art.