I Wear Whatever I Want Whenever I

No Matter How Much Makeup I Wore, People Just Kept Saying "yes, Sir! Would You Like Tea With That, Sir?" "yes, I Would Like Tea. Why Don't You Put It On My Breasts?" "certainly. Tea For This Man's Breasts! Anything Else, Sir?"

For Me To Put A Look Together, If It's Going To Be A Boy Look Or A Girl Look Or Whatever, Is Quite A Tricky Thing To Do. I'm Not Doing Drag Because Drag Is Seen In A Certain Way And My Comedy Has Got Zero To Do With What I'm Wearing. I Could Wear An Elephant Suit And Say The Same Thing.

When You're More Mature, You Do Start Telling The Truth, In Odd Situations. "i'm Sorry, I've Broken A Glass Here. Is That Expensive? I'll Pay For It. I'm Sorry." And You Do That So That People In The Room Might Go, "what A Strong Personality That Person Has. I Like To Have Sex With People With Strong Personalities."

Your Eyes Flashed Fire Into My Soul. I Immediately Read The Words Of Dostoyevsky And Karl Marx, And In The Words Of Albert Schweitzer, I Fancy You!

But Puberty Was... Well, Before Puberty, At School, I Didn't Tell Kids I Was A Transvestite 'cause I Thought They Might Kill Me With Sticks, You Know?