It was a long day on the set, and I got to meet Sinnamon, Celine, and Julie Simone as well as Vinny, who turned out to be quite the conversationalist, and who was good natured enough to let me test my singletail on his clothed back once or twice. I've got a little Italian in me as well, although I have to say, being Sicilian, that it's probably the more volatile, vendetta nurturing, mania prone half. I stepped out during the day to get a well brewed iced tea from the cafe next door, and took my tea on a walk around the block. I was feeling a little "glazed over" from the long hours in the dark studio. In an unfortunate turn of events, I was accosted by a homeless, possibly schizophrenic drug addict holding a "faggot," a bunch of thorny twigs tied together with string. He shouted "faggot" at me really loudly, brandishing the bundle. I became angry and promptly threw that delightfully brewed tea right in his face (what a waste of organic Rooibos, on someone who obviously wasn't a connoisseur of anything other than artisinal chrystal meth,) and he chased after me, wielding the faggot, which he hit me with. Thankfully, there were witnesses and I called the cops right away. I promised him, as I chased after him yelling at the top of my lungs, that I would kick his teeth out with my high heeled leather boots. I think he was more afraid of me than I was of him.
Anyway. Does this count as a hate crime?
So, to make a long story short, after this whole ordeal and a few more hours sitting at the set, we filmed my short clip for the title segment. I'm the one in the red corset and black leather skirt. Don't blink or you'll miss it.