It's my job to spread deviance to the American youth.

While I learned, I hid out largely in the gay community, and overall it kept me very safe.

I have great luck. I'm used to people dying and going away. Not used to it exactly - but I expect it. Like, whenever people go off on a trip, I save their phone messages because I think they might die.

I love shooting guns. I would never shoot an animal or hunt, but I probably would be a very good hit woman. It's hand-in-glove for me.

At 13, when I was a runaway, I was taken in by the most amazing drag queens in Portland, Ore. We didn't always know where our next meal was coming from, but there was so much camaraderie and love. Not to mention, those girls could paint a face, and I learned how because of them.

The fear is that talking back, that engaging at all, is to open the door for god-knows-what.

Heterosexual men terrified me. I found them to be dangerous. Not all of them, of course, but it took me some time to learn to be comfortable.