I Wanted To Be On My Own

I Feel Most People’s Sexuality Is Enormously Complicated. That’s What It Means To Be Human. Wouldn’t It Be Great If We Honored That Complexity Rather Than Turn It Into Gossip Or Ridicule? Wouldn’t It Be Great If We Accepted Sexual Diversity, In Ourselves And Others, Without Condemning It?

By Age Seven, I Used To Comb My Hair For Performances, Just Pull My Hair Up Into A Bun. Granted, It Wasn't A Very Intricate Hairstyle. Still, To Be That Responsible And Disciplined At Age Seven Is Unusual.

There Are Two Sides Of The Velvet Rope. Those Who Want To Be On The Other Side And Those Who Are On The Other Side.

I Can Be Happy With Who I Am, Not What I Should Be, Or What I Might Have Been, Or What Someone Tells Me I Must Be.

I Was Sheltered, And There's Good And Bad To That. The Good Was Not Getting Into The Drugs And The Alcohol And The Really Sorry Stuff, And The Bad Was Finally Coming Out Into The Real World And Trying To Deal With It, Which Was Hard For Me.