Here I am in front of City Lights Bookstore, home to the beat movement in San Francisco. Photo courtesy of Dova.
I don't know this guy, but I call him the Mexican Albert Einstein. Spotted him at the L.A. Zoo.
Well, here I am as a tyke. Was I too cute for words, or what? Edna says I had a big head...but I don't think so.
This is my cute little Cuban grandma snoring away with Autumn, my beloved beagle and Jackie, my not-so-beloved poodle. Don't worry Jackie, I still love you.
Here I am with my pixie cut. Very STP, don't you think? It's a lot longer now.
This is my little sister, Star. Don't get any ideas, guys, because a)that's her boyfriend, and b)she's 15. Perverts, all of you.
My best friend in the whole wide world: Edna!
The much ballyhooed big fat Frosty can be seen around the house, in this position, most of the time.
I opted to put up the pre-hotel party, photograph of myself on prom night, so as not to spook the little ones.
This photo (courtesy of Jaimes Palacio) was taken at the Word Rave during June. I am all decked out (I had to make that sash myself...none of the trophy shops would hear of emblazoning "Miss Fucking America" across a pink satin sash) for a performance of "Give Me My Tiara, Bitch" (which can be found on the poetry page). Note the tiara. I win.
