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I am a writer, a raconteur, a DJ, a performer, an Emcee, an actor and a visual artist. Im a master of working the doors at the most exclusive events! I’ve also been known to do make up for the right price! I’m currently working on a memoir about the loony life Ive been lucky to live! I’m available for bookings, Contact my management at  (917) 475-6240

I was born in 1976 and named Michael. My Italian last name was not accepted in Southie, a militantly Irish neighborhood. I grew up in a loving and supportive home, despite the challenging circumstances. My parents are still the most amazing people I know. From a young age, I was an anarchist, injuring myself while escaping my crib and refusing to sleep. By the age of 10, I had discovered John Waters’ films and learned how to steal them from the video store to watch them late at night while my parents slept. I learned about underground films on a TV show called The Movie Loft, hosted by Dana Hersey.

I came out at 13, but in 1989, South Boston was not accepting of homosexuality. My parents did their best to understand me, but I was not your typical gay boy. Later, I discovered that I was transgender. Living out this identity was incredibly difficult, especially in my 40s. I was described as “in your face,” and I often ran away from home. My parents spent many nights awake worrying about my whereabouts. I was grounded, but once I came out of the closet, nothing could keep me at home. I was always too ahead of the game. The Catholic Church and the bigotry in my neighborhood stifled and abused me, so I rebelled in every way. The only regret is that I rebelled against my parents, who are still my biggest supporters to this day.

I entered the clubs and mingled with the renowned and the notorious. Drag provided me with entry, a small price to pay?rag got me in the door, a small price to pay? NO. Gay men deified me as a performer and shunned me on the dating scene. Everyone wanted to be near me but no one wanted to be with me, but the film was cast. I tried to compartmentalize but it’s hard to hide a thing like shaving ones eyebrows off or opening a gay magazine and being featured. Gay identified men didn’t often want a date and the straight identified ones just wanted to have some fun.

I decided that if fun was my lot in life, I was going to do it right! I had a touchy Feely High School Spanish teacher (I went to an all boys catholic school, he was more than touchy Feely but more on that later) who wrote fake permission slips for “school events” which were really trips to New York City. I found my home. I felt truly myself for the first time in my life when I was in The Big Apple!