Being Different Is A Talent. You Illuminate

Dirty Pony, I Can't Wait To Hose You Down.

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.

The Statement Is That I’m Not One Icon. I’m Every Icon. I’m An Icon That Is Made Out Of All The Colors On The Palette At Every Time.

I Would Stare Into The Bright Lights And Imagine I Could Do Anything. Be Anything. And I Would Tell Myself It Would Be Me Up There One Day.

So Basically I Did This Whole Show Carrying 100lbs, Looking Out Of One Eye, Dancing – And Then My Tits Explode At The End. It's Not As Easy As It Looks!