Feminists Were Psyched That I Had Armpit

I Wore Nietzsche's Eyes. Now That I Step Back To See, I Haven't Been Me.

I Don't Like To Sit And Bask In My Own Awards. Awards Represent Artistic Death To Me.

I Want To Sit With My Legs Wide Open And Laugh So Loud That The Whole Damn Restaurant Turns And Looks At Me.

I've Left Bethlehem, And I Feel Free. I've Left The Girl I Was Supposed To Be, And Some Day I'll Be Born.

I Like Women Who Can Throw A Ball And Laugh Loud And Have Some Spine, And I Like Men Who Don't Mind Cooking Dinner.