People may think they’re offending me by calling me a freak, but that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. I grew up fascinated with freak shows and tattoos. Even from age five I used to spend any pennies I had on bubblegum that came with transfer tattoos and stick them up my arms. I’ve always wanted to look different.
Aged 15, I found out I had a brain tumour. I was told I could die or be left disfigured; I guess this spiraled me into becoming obsessed with the morbid and macabre. As it happened, the operation to remove the tumour went without a hitch, but since then, I’ve known life was too short to not fulfil my dreams of tattoos and body modifications.