So, You Can Make Me Come, That

Not Everyone Wants You To Become Your Potential, For Whatever Reason.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

So The First Job That I Got - My Father Got It For Me - He Had His Clerical Collar On, Was A Gay Bar In D.c., It Was Mr. Henry's Of Georgetown.

I've Got Enough Guilt To Start My Own Religion.

Boys Are Cute, But Food Is Cuter