When I was a kid, I'd spray paint my hair, cut clothes up.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I would have rebelled against parental authority, no matter what. When I was 15, I started painting my face and making my own clothes.
When I first came out, I was a film student, and my mom sewed clothes. I was already doing a million things then, whatever it took to survive. If I had to braid someone's hair to get one pound for my lunch money, that's what I did.
My daughter gets to paint my nails and put clips in my hair, and I love it.
When I was a teenager I would lock myself in the bathroom for hours, bouffanting my hair like Patty Duke and trying to recreate Barbra Streisand's flawless eyeliner, only to comb it all out and wash it all off before stepping out into the world a butchish bisexual teen.
When we were children, every day after school, my brother and sister and I would go to my mother's office. It was full of pencils and marker and fabrics and beads. It was so much fun to be a child and to express my creativity through drawing and to playing dress-up in all of the wonderful and colorful clothes.
I used to comb my hair back and do stupid stuff.
By the age of 9 or 10, I knew that I had to cut my own cloth and make my own way.
The last thing I would attempt to do is to buy clothes for a child I didn't know well.
My mom dressed me in silk to go to elementary school. In kindergarten, they sent me home because I couldn't do finger painting in my dress.
My mother taught me to wash my hair as little as possible, and to rinse it with Coke before a shoot for a sexy, tousled look.