I've been married a couple of times and survived!

I'm kind of proud of myself. I've been able to keep a certain grace about me, even in the times of disgrace and craziness.

Men hunt I think maybe because they have something wrong with their own equipment and they need something else to shoot.

I never wore a stich of make-up until I got to America. I lived in a world of fantasy it was made up of imaginary friends and make believe lovers. I was also teased a lot for being different because I was shy, solitary, distant and melancholic.

I landed on Gay Pride and I couldn't believe my eyes! Not only were gay people real - I had only heard rumours - but they had parades. There were men covered in glitter bound together with furry handcuffs. I felt like I was in outer space, I honestly thought I had arrived at the happiest place on earth.

My father is a great grandfather. He's a wonderful grandfather, but he's a terrible husband.

You can Google everyone now, you don't have to peek through a window or wait till she leaves her house. You can look at her Instagram, she's takes selfies, posting images of her body parts for everyone to see. She seeks followers and craves attention to define her self worth. It's a dead end addiction to fame.