I'm Not A Rock Star, I'm A

I Think It's Somewhere In My Head, In My Travel Space, And It Just Comes Out. It's A Visual Thing That Happens Unintentionally. People Will Tell Me, "you Do Realize You Just Spoke With That Accent, Right?" And I'll Go, "oh, Did I?" So It's Not Something I Think About. As We Talk, I Have A Visual About My Speech And It Just Comes Out Like That. If That Makes Any Sense!

I Think I'm Doing A Service To Black Women By Portraying Myself As A Sex Machine. I Mean, What's Wrong With Being A Sex Machine, Darling? Sex Is Large, Sex Is Life, Sex Is As Large As Life, So It Appeals To Anyone That's Living, Or Rather It Should.

If People Think I'm Angry, I Don't Want To Burst Anybody's Bubble. I Like Sometimes For People To Be Afraid Of Me. But It's Not Really Anger; It's Discipline.

I've Had More Misrepresentations Than I Can Handle, And People Have Told The Wickedest Lies About Me. A Lot Of Them Have Taken Their Frustrations Out On Me, And I Don't Like That Because It Can Wound. Not Necessarily Me, But Those Around Me. Journalists Can Be So Bad.

I Wear My Furs All The Time. I Wear Like Three Different Ones In A Day.