I have nothing to complain about... except maybe people wondering if a queen like me can be butch-it-up enough to play a convincing straight man.

I seem to have been everywhere in the last 30 years, maybe not in the epicenter but flying around the periphery of extraordinary events and equally extraordinary people.

I smell of sweat. I don't like people smelling of all these weird things. I think deodorant is disgusting.

These awful middle-class queens - which is what the gay movement has become - are so tiresome. It's all Abercrombie & Fitch and strollers.

To be a soldier one needs that special gene, that extra something, that enables a person to jump into one on one combat, something, after all, that is unimaginable to most of us, as we are simply not brave enough.

It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.