This is for Shanna!

The New York Times, bless 'em, ran an article this week suggesting that writers of erotica are pasty-faced, furtive, compulsive masturbators. This has caused Shanna Germain to wax wroth and call us smut-pedlars to arms. So my contribution is a picture of me outdoors, with a healthy - nay, ruddy - glow, looking directly to camera. (If I'm squinting slightly it's because of all the light bouncing off the feckin' glacier.)

And what's more I'm not actually masturbating in this photo. No, not even a little bit.
See, I can stop any time.