My dream man is like no one else: I won’t find him on advertisements, in films, in magazines, in packs of similar men. He’ll be in a class of one – making his way through his life as the unique person he is. That’s found treasure to me. My dream man has a brilliant sense of humor – and that comes from his having a unique world view. He’ll be kind – because that’s harder to be than mean, so I think it’s more evolved. And he’ll be intelligent – I don’t mean academic, I mean that he’ll be really interested in the world and the things in it. Apart from that, I really don’t care what he looks like, whether he’s able-bodied/disabled, whether he’s got a big or little penis – all immaterial because just being close to someone like that is intensly rich and erotic.