My parents never really had that much money, so I kind of live in the same world that they do.

I don't know why it's anyone's business! People do what they need to do. I did it, and it was nowhere near as traumatic as being raped. I was so numb for so long that sex work for me was not a big deal.

When we're talking about feminism, I get sort of lost in the argument. Because as a woman of color, I don't know where I belong in this argument. Where do I say, 'I would be happy to have less money'? How do you fight for your rights when I'm super-grateful to be here at all?

I don't want to bring myself down to place where there are hard and fast rules. In general I try to be compassionate, but that is dependent on the moment ultimately.

I'd like to put across the notion that bad taste is actually good for you.

My life is anything but typical.

You don't become a Republican until you lose all your baby teeth and fall down a lot and get the croup and then become angry and bitter.