Men don't even ask me out. I can't remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I'm talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.
You never know if they like you for who you are or what you are. Would he love me or the money?
For some reason, people think I am this terrible person and it really hurts me to hear that. I am just doing the best I know how to.
I did Playboy. There was an ad in the paper for playmates. Playboy called me and flew me to Los Angeles, and I was on the March cover of 1992.
It's very expensive to be me. It's terrible the things I have to do to be me.