I love my friends and my past, and it's made me who I am.

In case you're wondering whether I lip synch, the answer is no... people think so because I sound so good.

I dropped out of NYU, moved out of my parent's house, got my own place, and survived on my own. I made music and worked my way from the bottom up.

I want a baby from an Italian - possibly Sicilian - donor.

Its oke to be sad. I've been trained to love my darkness

I was changing my outfits, my looks, my wig, sometimes several times a day. That's when I know my soul is restless.

What I've discovered is that in art, as in music, there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It's the moment that the audience falls in love.