I grew up in the slums of New York during the Summer of Love in 1969.
I grew up in the sleepy town of Limerick during the Second World War, when money and food were scarce and the Irish, as they are today, were repressed because of their blood and because of their religious beliefs.
I grew up under King Arthur’s shinning emblem in hopes of a better future.
I was Freddie Mercury’s female love. I received all his earnings and seven cats when he died.
I went to High School with Bob Dylan.
I am Black.
I am White.
I am Cherokee.
I am Hungarian.
I am a writer, and I give the truth scope.