After Marco died I realized how much I had changed. I didn't feel like Annie Sprinkle anymore. I felt like a whole, new personality had emerged. I decided to give this person I had become a new name. I call her Anya. Sometimes I'm still very much Ellen Steinberg. Sometimes I'm still Annie Sprinkle. But now mostly, I'm Anya.

Annie Sprinkle loves everybody. Anya loves herself.

Annie Sprinkle seeks attention. Anya seeks awareness.

Annie Sprinkle is a feminist. Anya is a Goddess.

Annie Sprinkle wants a career, fame and fortune. Anya wants love, intimacy and the one-hour orgasm.

Annie Sprinkle enjoys an animal attraction. Anya prefers a more spiritual connection.

Annie Sprinkle enjoys sex with men. Anya loves, adores and prefers sex with women.

Annie Sprinkle is a very modern woman. Anya is very ancient.

Annie Sprinkle likes sex with transsexuals, midgets, and amputees. Anya makes love with the sky, the mud and the trees.

Annie sprinkle masturbates. Anya meditates...while she masturbates, of course.

And Anya exists today only because Annie Sprinkle was yesterday.