When I Perform On Stage I Become

In The Seventies And Eighties We All Had Our Fun, And Now And Then We Went Really Too Far. But, Ultimately, It Required A Certain Amount Of Clear Thinking, A Lot Of Hard Work And Good Make-up To Be Accepted As A Freak.

It Was Very Painful Combing My Hair. My Grand-uncle Was A Pentecostal Bishop, And He Was Very Strict: Our Hair Couldn't Be Permed Or Straightened. So I Just Cut It All Off.

My Husband Used To Shout At My Mother, 'what Is Wrong With Your Daughter? I'm Married To A Man.'

I Like Working Until The Morning, So I Can See The Day And Then I Like To Go To Sleep And Then Get Up Before Sunset. But I Love The Energy Of The Morning.

I'm Not As Impatient As I Used To Be. I Used To Hit People If I Didn't Like What They Were Saying. Just Lash Out. 'bam - Shut Up! Hahahah!' I Was Terrible.