Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales.
Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.
I guess this goes against what people would expect from a person who spends time in front of cameras and on stages, but I don’t really want anyone’s attention. While I appreciate recognition, because that is a response to my work, I am extremely uncomfortable with attention directed towards my person. Especially male attention. So, naturally, I am very, very sick of straight guys who take an interest in my work the way they’d take an interest in women at a club. Dudes who think my modelling has anything at all to do with them in any way, shape or form. Just… No. I don’t give a single fuck how romantically/sexually/anything-other-than-artistically attractive they think I am. Nothing I’ve ever made was created to please, attract or interest anyone in anything other than an artistic sense. I’m interested in aesthetics and creative expression. That is all.
Short version: Your online catcalling and awkward flirting attempts fucking suck. Go away, you entitled douchenugget.