...her Entire Life Has Been Devoted To

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.

Never Was A Cornflake Girl; Thought It Was A Good Solution: Hanging With The Raisin Girls.

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.

Even If Everything Else Is Downplayed, I'll Wear Good Shoes.

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.