I'm 22. Proudly South African. Proud Johannesburger. Proud pseudo-Capetonian. Flaming homo.
I'm a ferocious, world-beating, major ass-kicking supernova.
I'm a self-serving, hedonistic, future-discounting utilitarian.
I'm an obnoxious, attention-seeking, self-important bimbo.
I can easily finish a pack of cigarettes in a single day.
I'm disturbingly unemotional and unsympathetic.
I'm Christina Aguilera's biggest fan and critic.
I'm blissfully unencumbered by ambition.
I'm given to gratuitous use of profanity.
I'm a fan of Machiavellian philosophy.
I have a beard and I wear mascara.
I'm always staring at beautiful men.
Especially Black men with big hair.
I've the propensity to be a ho.
I'm a Blair Waldorf wannabe.
I'm inspired by androgyny.
I love languages.
Beyoncé is God.
I love fashion.
I'm doing me.