I’m seated, holding the mic in front of me, stretching and tilting my neck, my chin almost touching the exterior. In that moment, I feel like the legend I was born to be. I’m a multi-genre, multi-versed amalgam. I like Mod, I like Hip-Hop and I like Punk. I like so many flavours of music that it’s an impossibility for me to commit to one, and why should I? It’s 2021 and we are done with tags, with labels…with boxes. I’m neither one nor the other. I am absolutely in love with the notion that I love loving what I love and I don’t owe anyone an explanation for that. People don’t need to get ‘it’ because it isn’t for others to ‘get’. If ever I was in a box it would be a box of endless love. But, reality is that I can’t be put in a box. You can’t contain this. You can’t contain it because I gave up trying to please other people with how I look and frankly I gave up trying to please myself. There was no need – I like it, I love it, I wear it. It can be that simple. There is something so liberating in wearing a T-shirt with a trench coat. Allowing air between the materials and my body. I don’t want my clothes to hug me, restrict me, I want them to be an extension of me. Comfort and cool are not mutually exclusive, comfort is a feeling, cool is a state of mind.