Baker, Baker, Can You Explain, If Truly

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.

It's About Realizing, Painfully, You've Kept That Voice Inside Yourself, Locked Away From Even Yourself. And You Step Back And See That Your Jailer Has Changed Faces. You Realize You've Become Your Own Jailer.

Guys Would Sleep With A Bicycle If It Had The Right Color Lip Gloss On. They Have No Shame. They're Like Bull Elks In A Field.

Your Apocalypse Was Fab.

I'm Not Very Social When I'm Off The Promo Trail, Because I Step Into Wife And Mother Mode. It's Very Reclusive.