I dropped out of NYU, moved out of my parent's house, got my own place, and survived on my own. I made music and worked my way from the bottom up.

I am my own sanctuary and I can be reborn as many times as I choose throughout my life.

It really started cooking when I moved to Houston. I bought a house and got my own barbeque pit.

Then, when I'm in these relationships with people who are also creative, or creative in their own way, what happens is the attraction is initially there and it's all unicorns and rainbows. And then they hate me.

I'm surprised that I've survived my own dysfunction, really.

Don't be a drag.
Just be a queen.