My heart belongs to daddy.

I had to use my wits or else I'd have been sunk - and nothings going to sink me. Everyone was always pulling at me, tugging at me, as if they wanted a piece of me. It was always, 'do this, do that,' and not just on the job but off, too. God, I've tried to stay intact, whole.

Of the nude pictures: Sure I posed. I needed the money.

I know I will never be happy, but I know I can be gay!

To put it bluntly, I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation. But I'm working on the foundation.

A sex-symbol becomes a thing, I just hate being a thing. But if I'm going to be a symbol of something I'd rather have it sex than some other things we've got symbols of.

Women who try to be equivalent with men need desire.