For a year that included me having to fight multiple tech companies in and out of the press for protecting trolls and profiting off of abuse, a full blown RV manufacturing scandal and international media tour that I inexplicably found myself at the center of as a RoadTrek owner, and a major integration back into society after 9 months of off-grid misadventuring at the beach, I love that my 2019 still somehow managed to be all about pop stars, very pretty clothes, building rad shit with my favorite people, responding to hate by going punk on systems change, having my songs somehow make their way into the mainstream, signing to a new label, and the beauty of nature in spite of it all.

If you’re reading this, fuck yes. I love you. Thanks for being here. 🖤

Always funny to me when some puffed up clout chasing homophobe starts being gross or hateful in my direction to try and shame, scare or bully me publicly.

Like, uhhhh…I was abused as a child in the church, escaped that cult on my own as a 12 year old, left my family as a 14 year old, came out of the closet, survived being gay in Nebraska, survived being gay in Michigan, survived being gay in Kansas, survived being gay in Tennessee, survived being a gay homeless drug addict in the streets of San Francisco and Portland for 16 years after that, survived mental health crises, eventually got well on my own, survived being gay in Hollywood, survived the media, and have managed to build a truly happy life in the 12 years since that I am actually excited about living, as well as a career that I am super proud of.

These little videos and internet posts calling me gay and crazy never hurt me. GAY AND CRAZY IS LITERALLY MY BRAND. 🌈🖤