I like to joke that none of the boys I liked appreciated The 1975, an alternative rock band I fell for at 16, and that’s why it never worked out with them. They were soft, intellectual boys, both too mature and too immature, hardened by some incomprehensible thing I can’t describe so I’ll settle on naming it “maleness”…

New York is a wonderful place to try on new identities. New York is a place where identities are up for sale. Nine dollars. Nine dollars in my pocket, who do I want to be today? Maybe everybody loves New York so much because they can be whoever they want over there. They can change their gender, sex, their whole aesthetic. They can drug themselves, age themselves, shoot themselves, turn into a star. A star…