I did grow up in New Orleans. I grew up right on the lake, right across the levee.

As a rule, I try to avoid the French Quarter because of the crowds, especially Bourbon Street. But hey, some people love it. A great, wild, adult thing to see is the costume competition in front of the bar Oz on Bourbon early morning on Fat Tuesday.

It's funny... musical theater is what paid my rent and kept me going for the longest time.

I tend to wake up in the middle of the night with ideas crying to be documented.

I didn't have any role models. I really thought I was doomed to this loveless, lonely life. I didn't know any gay people until I began doing theater.

We have a costume closet at home. My family will put on a costume for any excuse.

Put every light you have on a dimmer. Because after a certain age, we can play with the lighting and set it on how you look best on it. Its cheaper than plastic surgery.