Nothing is sacred, right?

We stepped carefully, so softly, over thorny plants. The dust had turned to mud, splattering our shoes, socks, and legs. By the time we reached the boat, our clothes were clinging to our flesh and stained with the bloody remains of mosquitoes.

I think one's sexuality can be the center of life, and coming out and discovering your sexuality is something that really can define your existence.

One of the makeup artists once dyed my dog blue with vegetable blue.

Every day is bizarre.

I just saw a copy of a cover of a magazine that I'm on, and it's very weird and unusual.