I don’t know why I do it. You know, dresses and wear lipstick. Gives me some sort of comfort.

I don’t know why I do it. You know, dresses and wear lipstick. Gives me some sort of comfort. Some kind of satisfaction. And people call me a queer for it. Since I was eleven. But that’s alright. I’m not so new to ridicule. Out of all things, I hate rape and perversion. Rape the action, perversion the words. Maybe some people just don’t have a heart.