Straight up, ‘n the Rocks Confession

I am tattooed and proud. I like to sweat a lot. I do not like bras. I like rock&roll. I’m starting to understand hip-hop. I have dreadlocks but don’t call me a Rasta. If you see me in red, gold, and green it’s just an impulse. I hate fashion but I love an expressive-customized-street style. It’s my own revolution.

I have no nationality but I was raised in Colombia and I have friends on all five continents. I think patriotism is stupid. My name is Indian. I talk three and a half languages; my favorite one is listening, the half one is French. My preferred color always matches my hair, and my hair’s color changes constantly. I am obsessive compulsive and won’t do anything to fix it. I don’t have tics but I invented some, like taking pictures. I am nearsighted and if I have to see further I’ll just move closer. I only wear glasses to watch movies with subtitles. Harajuku fashion is my fixation. I like cute Japanese digitalized cartoons, even if they are in masochistic positions. I tried to do my own versions. I also read a lot.

My favorite painter is a five year old. I can not see gray. I like film and consider it a perfect art. I have a hard time finding equilibrium but I am good at yoga. I am an extreme person. I like dancing, and I will pay someone to teach me how to sing.

I like making people angry (at least they are feeling something). I like it better when they love me. I am bisexually straight. I don’t pay for drinks. I spend my money on books, museums, music, theater tickets, magazines, first row seats and second hand clothes.

Boxing is an obsession. I love punching the bag. I carry my own bags. I still have teddy bears. I like speed and jumping off of planes and hugs. I don’t like close spaces except for my house. Anthony Kiedis is beautiful.

I never pick up my phone because it is always on silent, but I am addicted to text messages. I want to work for a circus and I believe in unicorns. I want to be a writer/photographer/fashion artist. The difference between being one and wanting to be one is that the second one demands getting paid.

I am not into drugs but I am into art. I inject color constantly into my brain. I don’t talk to people who say they are not ignorant.

I wear a watch but it doesn’t say the time.

I used to be against Facebook but now I’m constantly logged on. Children stare at me frequently. Cats don’t like me, even though I am a cat. Being sensible doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m still figuring out if I want to develop a little more of my sense of smell. I follow my instinct. I don’t burp in public… intentionally.
I still don’t know myself completely but at least I know what I want, my freedom. And the only cellar to my prison is my own head.

*Make-Up by Lymari Veloz.
Make-up Provided by: Medusa’s Make-Up