PHOTOGRAPHS: MARKUS BIDAUX
Ialways knew I was gay, it was impossible to hide while I was growing up. Between the ages of two and three I used to love dressing up in my sister’s bridesmaid dress. I went to see Spice World with my older sister and her friends, dressed as the sassiest six-year-old Posh Spice around, and I even pierced my ears with a gross old needle, forcing some of my mum’s chandelier earrings through. I blamed the bleeding on “falling over and catching them both on the wardrobe door”. Really?