And Don't Worry, If I Get Thrown

I'm Perpetually Lonely.

Tonight Love And Hate Met In St. Louis. And Love Outnumbered The Hate, In Poetic Thousands. Hate Left. But Love Stayed. + Together, We Sang.

Being Gay Is Like Glitter, It Never Goes Away.

What I've Discovered Is That In Art, As In Music, There's A Lot Of Truth-and Then There's A Lie. The Artist Is Essentially Creating His Work To Make This Lie A Truth, But He Slides It In Amongst All The Others. The Tiny Little Lie Is The Moment I Live For, My Moment. It's The Moment That The Audience Falls In Love.

I Can't Even Drive A Car. I Don't Have A Driver's License. I Have A Rented Apartment In New York. That's It. When I Travel, I Have Almost All Of My Possessions With Me. That's How Little I Own.