Exhibitionists have no friends, no friends at all.
I can't remember ever having a tragic demeanor. Although my life was tragedy.
The worst part of being gay in the twentieth century is all that damn disco music to which one has to listen.
Men get laid, but women get screwed.
Every day someone notices me and waves to me, or stops and speaks to me, or asks me for an autograph, or photographs me.
Vice is its own reward.