OK, I've fooled you all with a sneaky trick... If you were looking for a column on orgies, you're in the wrong place. "Group: sex" here doesn't stand for sex_made_in_groups, but for workgroup_on_sexually_oriented_stuff (see the subtle difference?). Yes, it's a column on teamwork.

It seems that, to be creative, Sartre used to drink about thirty cups of coffee per day. Mozart needed to be alone. Baudelaire was helped by his...intriguingly fixed habits. Picasso used to have a lot of sex. Philip K. Dick (despite his name) did not have as much of it as Picasso, but he took lots of stimulants. Some artists work only at night, others early in the morning.

The one clear thing is that there's no clearness about inspiration. It can come in two ways: when one is alone, or through others. In my case, the second way works better. Must be because I started morphing with Katia and I enjoyed those early, dirty jobs: I expanding my first breasts and she, uh, handling the PE (no pun intended). Dealing with adults-only stuff on your own isn't that great an experience, after all: watch too much porn alone and your sexuality will easily become a bit too self-centered (pun intended); do it with some friends and you'll have a lot of fun.

I once had to find a pic to express my Venetian friends' difficulty in finding U.S. big-bust mags and breast-related stuff. The simplest way was to depict someone who tries to grab a busty lady who remains just out of reach; the whole thing was supposed to allude to Venice. Nothing better than that pic of the gondolier I took last year, to express the young Venetians' struggle for boobs. I had a BE morph of the Italian model Monica Bellucci, and all I had to do was to soak her in the Grand Canal...

I believe in teamwork. I wouldn't have become a morpher without a certain Mr. Chili Palmer's support, particularly his toleration of my first awful attempts. Today, few things have changed: my awful attempts have multiplied (but my sense of humor is improving) and my collaborators too; the only difference is that, while in the beginning they were only a few real-life friends, now they are people I met through the Net. Do they really exist at the other end of this phone line? Well, who cares, after all? We all know that the distinction between essence and existence is doubtful, and if something like Minka actually exists in this world, there might even be a real boob-fanatic saint in that Carpathian cloister, and maybe his alter-ego really goes around in the dead of night howling at the full moon...

Yes, the others inspire me. Sometimes it happens even when they are absent, for their absence is somehow a presence: for instance, I visited Alicia's site and there was an epigram in loving memory of r2d2: "May he dance with big-breasted angels". Yes, in case you didn't know it, all my angels are dedicated to artoo, whom I never knew.

Then, I began to think that heaven exists, but then so does hell, and after so many angels, even a rogue had to be politically correct towards the other party.... And when Rednop Snart, our Master Flamer, disappeared in Korea, I needed some special memorial morph to fit in with the character, and it had to have flames in it. I put the two together, and bingo!

But most of the fun of teamwork today comes to me through the BEhavior Cabal. Yes, it's a wonderful team (I'm not partial, after all, am I?). Their philosophy goes more or less like this: OK, we're just working on a porn site after all (huh? but isn't "work" that thing when you get paid?). Well, this does not mean that we can't try to put a little bit of art, intelligence and humor in our work. (Hmmm... actually, I'm still wondering which one of the three I was expected to provide, when they called me...) Well anyway, this group of higher primates is creative. For instance, there's Eddy Torza: did you read his column about Dr. Brameister? Well, that made me think about this scientist, specializing in boobology, and I had a good series of pics of Petra-the-Living-Airbag Verkaik.... Could there be any better subject to undergo our Doctor's experiments on his new chemical recipe for breast enlargement? Bingo again!

Oh, and gonZo... Well, dear reader, since you're reading this, it means he hasn't censored my column even though he hates it when I express my admiration for his talent. His morphs are funny, creative and, dammit, technically perfect. He taught me that sex and irony should go together. So c'mon guys, you have three wishes now...

Why do I feel the need to be inspired by others and work with them? Well, first off, it's because of the general lack of feedback: your stuff gets thousands and thousands of visitors, and nobody stops by to say "thanks". You begin to think that what you're doing is shit or that the page-hit counter doesn't work: in this situation, having some friends around helps a lot.

Second, the advantage of this approach is that, if the others come up with something interesting, I take the idea, work on it a little, and then take all the credit for myself. Call me stupid...

Gratias ago Sancto Stephano, fons divini instincti artis sacrae meae, pro interpretatione sua.