Despite the title, Woodcuts of Women, none of the stories feature a female narrator or a female protagonist as such. It seems to be more of a collection of stories about men. I am a man, male genetics and hormones. But they are stories about women. And, of course, the men who are obsessed with them, as they should be, as they like to be, as they have no other choice to be.
Every single person is a mystery.
I don't know any individual men, or their issues, any better than I do women's. The characters seem to have a primarily totemic significance, even as illustrated by the use of the woodcut - a blunt outline. When women approached me about the Blood collection, invariably they would bring up that story. It is one of my own favorites as well, and so the idea swelled. I can only hope that women recognize the stories as stories.