I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

The bathroom mirror has not budged, the woman who lives there can tell the truth from the stuff they say and looks me in the eye- says do you prefer the easy way? No? Well ok then, dont cry.

There are so many things that we have to be very concerned about. But I always come back to feminism. People look at me sideways now and are like, "With everything going on, the destruction of the environment, these endless wars, this capitalism that has a stranglehold on our culture and our world and you're talking about feminism still?"

We're led by denial like lambs to slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water.

A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.

I can't wait to get back to New York City where at least when I walk down the streat, no one ever hesitates to tell me exactly what they think of me.

I don't take good pictures 'cause I have the kind of beauty that moves.