I Smell Of Sweat. I Don't Like

I'm A Sex Machine To Both Genders. It's All Very Exhausting. I Need A Lot Of Sleep.

I Have Nothing To Complain About.. Except Maybe People Wondering If A Queen Like Me Can Be Butch-it-up Enough To Play A Convincing Straight Man.

I Seem To Have Been Everywhere In The Last 30 Years, Maybe Not In The Epicenter But Flying Around The Periphery Of Extraordinary Events And Equally Extraordinary People.

Starbucks Is Spreading Like A Cancer.

There'll Be A Black Lesbian In The White House Before I'm James Bond.