My Ears Are Huge. If There's Ever

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.

My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

Tori's My Legal Name. My Niece And Nephews, They All Call Me Aunt Ellen, Because I Went By My Middle Name Years Ago, Before I Turned 18.

Music Is Always A Reflection Of What's Going On In The Hearts And Minds Of The Culture.

I Realized That What Was Most Important To Me Was Following My Own Path, And Not The One Laid Down For Me By Others.