Holly, since me and you are both very active in the creative world - you, with your musical performances, and me with my writing - I can totally relate to what you said
about being recognized on the street. As a writer, nobody knows what "Mary Anne Christiano" looks like. I've performed as a featured poet throughout New York and
New Jersey, with some recognition, in print, but those gigs were few and far between.
Now of all the godforsaken things to be recognized for, here's a silly little story. When I was younger, about 23, in the mid-80s, I used to "model" for a local, now
defunct glam-band called "Pharoah". I used to go onstage in a bikini and hand the musicians their guitars, very campy and fun (kinda like your "Chickie Baby" gig with
Tony Clifton). I only did this a handful of times, some shows in New York and some in New Jersey, before I got bored, gave it up, and other cuties took my place. Not
only was I recognized once, but twice (both times by women!) The first time was, when I was still with the band, and I was down the shore, many miles away from
where we did the shows. A girl was pointing at me saying, "Pharoah, Pharoah!" I was secretly flattered. The second time was very recently. A girl came up to me and
said, "You were in Pharoah!" I was thrilled, and replied, "Yeah, and that was 13 years ago!" Certainly did a lot for my ego! My point is - I'd much rather be recognized
for my writing, but if I'm recognized as a "sex object" that's fine with me too - heh! (Even the famous author Anne Rice once said something to the effect of "I'd love to
be a sex object!")