No one's looking

Good thing no one's reading this. Heh. i don't talk a whole lot about my life outside of what you all see on stage, but it's my experiences and, every so often, my escape from those experiences that all of my numbers are born. It is true that I perform because I must. I have a choice in the matter, but it's something like, "perform or be miserable," which really isn't a choice at all, is it?

Experiences. Boy, do I have some. Every day is a new journey-adventure-clusterfuck. I'm a single mom. It's not something I publicize, but it's a constant and axe-picking thought that injects into my Catholic reared mind throughout my days and nights. I work in a place where someone I care about dies every week. I'm passionate. I'm a lover. I love my man...deeply. He often inspires me to stay "on top of my game," not only because he'll be in the audience most of the time, but because if I'm bored, he might be, too. I can't have my man bored. I'm not very insecure about performing or even what I look like, though I recognize I'm not the American ideal. I think enough people are insecure about their appearance, I don't need to be one of them. That's what our adolescence and twenties are for, right? I'm done with that. I've got to show folks that it's unnecessary. I don't believe you can be truly sexy and insecure at the same time and, damn it, I'd rather be sexy.

Vulnerable is not the same thing as insecure.

Be real. Be delicious. Why?

Because I said so.

Coco