However I Dress It Up, I Was

If I Don't Tell It All Now, The Story In The History Books Will Always Be Imperfect And That Would Be Wrong.

One Way Of Reading My Life Is That I Have Been In Constant Search For A Father.

The Fathers, If They Got Me Alone, Would Try To Kiss And Fondle Me. I Hated It.

I Took On The Sins Of Everybody, Of A Generation, Really.

Even A Criminal Has The Right To A New Life, But They Made Sure I Did Not Have That. They Just Didn't Stop Calling Me A Prostitute For Ever And Ever And Ever And Ever.