Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.
I have tender romantic associations with upstate New York.
I feel by posing for Playboy I've discovered my own sexuality and beauty and...
You can only maintain your interest if you're travelling more in ignorance than knowledge.
