I had a lumpectomy. It wasn't that bad. Six and a half weeks of radiation.

My mother worked on a whole bunch of those; she worked on What's My Line?, I've Got A Secret, Play Your Hunch... In my memory, she worked on To Tell The Truth. So it was her job to brief the imposters.

A couple of hanging glands have nothing to do with making someone a man.

I believe we all have different ways we came to the gay community and we can't and shouldn't be pigeon-holed into one cultural narrative which can be uninclusive and disempowering.

I have a cousin, a second cousin, who lives in L.A., and she was with me while I was getting ready. She was talking about her father and his brothers. And I remember my mother's tales of how competitive they were with each other and how they would play for blood, you know. And I thought - I'm an only child, and I don't know what that's like. I have to figure out the Southern thing.

Nobody ever really thought of me as sexy, right? They thought of me as smart and quirky.

I find that vegetables like butternut squash, which I feel unexcited about as a side dish, I'm thrilled to eat in a soup.