My Whole Life, People Have Been Saying,

I Still Don't Know How To Drive. I Don't Go Anywhere, Really. My Brother Drives Me. I Walk Around My Neighborhood But I Don't Go Anywhere, Nor Do I Want To.

But I Honestly Don't Read Critics. My Dad Reads Absolutely Everything Ever Written About Me. He Calls Me Up To Read Ecstatic Reviews, But I Always Insist That I Can't Hear Them. If You Give Value To The Good Reviews, You Have To Give Value To The Criticism.

I Don't Want To Be One Of Those People Who Claim To Hate Labels, But It's True. I Even Feel That We've Got It All Wrong With The Whole Gay/straight Thing. There Is A Spectrum. Everybody Is Completely Different. Some People Are Way Over On This Side Of The Spectrum, Some Are On The Other Side, And Some Are Crossed In Certain Ways.

I Want To Move Back To The East Coast. I Like Venice, But L.a. Is Ugly. I Would Kill Myself If I Had To Look Out The Window And See Some Places In L.a. Every Day.

Sometimes Interviews Are Fun And Good Conversations, But Stuff Like Photo Shoots And Appearances At Places Where You Have To Meet A Lot Of People - I Was Never Really Made For This Kind Of Stuff.