It is so fascinating that someone can commit their whole entire lifestyle to being such a fantastic woman when I'm such a bum about it.

I'm over dudes trying to look like they're in boy bands.

I have haters. I have so many haters.

I’m sure you gathered this by now: I just do what I want. Have I made out with chicks? Hell yeah. Did I think it was awesome? Hell yeah. I wouldn’t call myself bi. Like, if I didn’t eat meat for a week, it doesn’t make me a vegetarian. So I like people, and that’s just it. I like people.

My band and I, we cover our bodies in hairspray and glitter. We use the hairspray to make sure the glitter sticks.

Making my last record, Warrior, was a pretty miserable process, and it wore my spirit down. I was fighting like hell to keep my whole irreverent essence and everything raw and visceral that I stand for in it, but in the end I was promoting something that wasn't the animal I wanted it to be. I decided to face my problem head-on.

I could party in a cardboard box with people who are funny and don't care. For me, it's really about who I surround myself with, so I just try to always be with hilarious people.