I'm supposed to be, I am an artist. Yes, I'm lonely. But I'm married to my loneliness.

No matter gay, straight or bi, lesbian, transgendered life, I'm on the right track baby I was born to survive.

Watch very closely as the magical angel and I are swallowed by the rainbow twister, and left stranded on the glitter way.

You start to become successful, and everybody starts to drive your money train to the bank, and they're not thinking anymore about what you want as an artist or if any of that even matters to you. It genuinely upsets people in my life that I don't care about money, and that's not my problem.

I used to get made fun of for being either too provocative or too eccentric, so I started to tone it down. I didn't fit in, and I felt like a freak.

This means more to me than any Grammy I could ever win ... It will take a village and an army, [some] countries and continents to make bullying a hate crime.

I work very hard, but when God opens that door for you - when life opens that door for you, I should say - I think it's important to be giving, to return the love back.