Rejection Is The Greatest Aphrodisiac.

Who Needs The Sun, When The Rain Is So Full Of Life?

I Was Never Appalled By Myself. I Felt A Little Bit Uneasy About Certain Things. But Honestly I've Learned To Love Myself And To See That In The Midst Of All My Ambition And Desire To Succeed And My Search For Approval, I Do Give Things To People. I Bring Some Sort Of Happiness To Their Lives. So I'm Not So Hard On Myself Anymore.

For Me, A Male Image That I'm Really Moved By Is Somewhere Between Of Oscar Wilde Type Of A Male: The Fop, The Long Hair, The Suits, Too Witty For His Own Good, Incredibly Smart, Scathingly Funny - All That. But Then My Other Ideal Is More Like The Buddhist Monk - The Shaved Head, Actually Someone Who Sublimates Their Sexuality.

I've Always Been Under Scrutiny. But I Used To Just Not Really Pay Attention To What People Said.

People Want To Hear The Dirt. But This Is Not Really Anything I Want To Talk About.