I Don't Think About My Old Stuff.

May The Angels Protect You, And Sadness Forget You.

One Is That We Are All Responsible For Our Actions, Our Behavior, And Our Words, And We Must Take Responsibility For Everything We Say And Do. I Am The Architect Of My Destiny. You Can`t Blame Other People For Things That Happened To You.

After Years And Years Of Everybody Commenting On The Way I Look And Dress And Being Photographed, One Starts To Become Self-conscious And Starts To Plan Things More. You End Up Judging Yourself More, What Looks Good And What Doesn't.

For Me, A Male Image That I'm Really Moved By Is Somewhere Between Of Oscar Wilde Type Of A Male: The Fop, The Long Hair, The Suits, Too Witty For His Own Good, Incredibly Smart, Scathingly Funny - All That. But Then My Other Ideal Is More Like The Buddhist Monk - The Shaved Head, Actually Someone Who Sublimates Their Sexuality.

I'm Not Particularly Fond Of Kissing Strange Men-contrary To Popular Belief.