Solitude gives birth to the original in us to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse the illicit the absurd.

Beauty is now defined by your bones sticking out of your decolletage. For that to be the standard is really perilous for women.

In LA where I live it's all about perfectionism. Beauty is now defined by your bones sticking out of your decolletage. For that to be the standard is really perilous for women.

Great perils have this beauty that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.

I get to do the most amazing things. We call it Host in Peril quite often because people love to see me risk my life or be in danger.