I Feel Privileged, To Be Honest.

I Get Female Groupies, But I Don't Get Male Groupies. I Have Women Who Offer To Sleep With Me All The Time. But Not Men. They're All Talk And Nay Action -- As We'd Say In Scotland. If I Go Anywhere Near Most Of Our Male Following, They Are Freaked. Absolutely Freaked. I Think My Height Has Got A Lot To Do With It. I'm Really Tall. I'm Five-eight, And With Heels, I'm Six Foot, So People Are Like. 'whoa, Amazon!' People Are A Wee Taken Aback By That 'cause I Think People Expect Me To Be Small.

I Wouldn't Say That Cutting Was Pleasurable, But There Is A Sense Of Euphoria That Follows Cutting Yourself. The Quick Pinch Of Pain And The Sight Of Blood Snaps You Back To The Surface And You Start To Appreciate Being Alive.

It's Everywhere, Constant Criticism Of Women's Appearance In Magazines And Online. It's Not Easy To Navigate.

I'm Fairly In Control And I Don't Like To Flirt Particularly. I Mean, Obviously If I Meet Someone Who I Think Is Hot, Of Course I'll Want To Flirt With Him, But In General I Don't Use It In Day-to-day Life.

I Mean, I Tend To Do My Own Thing, And That Usually Crosses Purposes With Everyone Around Me.