I Was Two And A Half When

I'm Really Into Moderation. Too Much Of Anything Will Harm You In The End. Too Much Sugar. Too Much Pasta. I'm Into Drugs As A Teaching Tool, Which Is Why I Only Take Hallucinogenics. I Mean, It's Not Like I've Never Done Cocaine, But, On The Whole, If I Can't See Dancing Elephants Then I'm Not Interested.

So The First Job That I Got - My Father Got It For Me - He Had His Clerical Collar On, Was A Gay Bar In D.c., It Was Mr. Henry's Of Georgetown.

I'm A Grown Woman. I've Earned My Experiences, My Scars.

So, You Can Make Me Come, That Doesn't Make You Jesus.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.