I was skinny as a rail and had high cheekbones and a very interesting face - or so I was told.

I was the only black girl at my junior high school. I had an afro, a Jamaican accent, I looked really old.

I would have rebelled against parental authority, no matter what. When I was 15, I started painting my face and making my own clothes.

Belly was not a bad movie. It was visually very interesting.

My brother used to get beaten up all the time because he was very effeminate.

It was very painful combing my hair. My grand-uncle was a Pentecostal bishop, and he was very strict: our hair couldn't be permed or straightened. So I just cut it all off.