I dress in part to communicate to you who I am. It’s why I don’t cover myself when I am in the Muslim world unless the law of the land requires it. I am who I am. I am not shy of being me in a society where I am nothing but a sex object harassed on a daily basis by him, who knows nothing about sex or my importance. The photo is an expression of my being and I see the human body as the best artistic representation of that.

A co-worker said, You need to wrap a big ol’ American flag around your head so people know what side you’re on. From then on, he never let up. IDK I was fucked up. It was my fault I was fucked up. Not even in the licentious days of Charles II in the 17th Century was it acceptable for me to dress as provocatively as I have done in Western culture since the 1960s.