I knew that if I wanted to stop being a pushover I had to get comfortable with small rejections myself. That took some work, but because of it I can now say no to other people with a clear conscience.

You know, either I'm too fat or I'm flavour of the month. I don't feel either, but maybe I'm both, who knows?

You don't pigeonhole yourself, people pigeonhole you. If the world is not at a place yet where it can just be like, "This music is gay and it's music," then it's not my fault that it gets pigeonholed, it's not the people in the band's fault, it's because people won't just let music be music, people who need to put a name on something or to critique something.

I love to make people feel like they are taking a part in their own body and evolution.

I mean, if I was living to please people, I'd have never been in a band at all. I wouldn't have anything awesome around. I'd just be bored.

There is no shame like poor shame. It can make you warm and charming, bitter and resentful, all at once.

I shave my body in all kinds of ways, wear tons of eyeliner and dye my hair pink.