I was a mechanic at a go-cart place, a deejay at a roller rink, a telemarketer in New York, a grocery bagger.

I treat everyone as a friend, but if they betray me, that's it. They're out of my life in one way or another.

Being in drag for three months - I now have an idea of what women go through. At least maybe a little.

I give people my heart and my full attention.

Besides the physical strains I realized men can be pigs to women even when it's a man dressed as one.

They asked me why I was wearing heels, and I said, I'm trying to hide my ass. They gave me a prosthetic behind.

I was pretty much a homebody; didn't really go to school dances, never went to a prom. I was a bit of a loner, a geek.