I Hate To Do What I'm Told,

Even Talking, I'm Super-loud. I Could Never Have That Kind Of Meek, Little Wispy Whimsical Lavender And Lace Voice. It Comes From My Body. There's No Way I Can Fight It.

I Knew That If I Wanted To Stop Being A Pushover I Had To Get Comfortable With Small Rejections Myself. That Took Some Work, But Because Of It I Can Now Say No To Other People With A Clear Conscience.

This Archaic Idea - That A Woman Who Is Unmarried And Childless At 30 Is Somehow Unnatural - Will Probably Always Exist, And, Like Most Social Standards, It Is Ridiculous.

I Was Given Baby Doll Toys Myself, And They Proved A Stark Reminder That My Life Was Expected To Revolve Around Childbearing - Just As My Mom's Had Before Me, And Her Mom's Had Before Her.

For Years Now I Have Run A Kitchen-sink Punk Salon In My House, Called Salon Du Gay. In The Early Days, People Would Pay For A Riot Grrrl Bob Or A Passable Bleach Job With A Mixtape, $3 Or A Selection Of Baked Goods - Whichever They Could Afford. More Recently Though, With Gossip Doing Well, I've Performed These Punk Hair Transformations For Free.