“ (…) Enter: pleasure zone, tell me I'm pretty, provide radical softness. [The boyband says] The revolution will be rejected – and you know what I'm talking about. You know what this is about? This revolution is going to be about love.

[You hear me saying] You are part of the past, I am part of the future. You get ready, i get dressed up to go nowhere in particular.

Here I can begin to conceive new futurities based on the crumbling foundation of the limited experience of the heteronormative, contemplaining about the forms the sexed body can inhabit.

It has been very liberating to reclaim my sexuality and my erotic expression as my own, and to queer it, and to reveal it as my own creation. Anatomy is fiction – let’s fuck things up! (…) “