I am all for authenticity and self-expression. Fitting oneself into a perfect box is not my style. But, my main passion, besides fucking, is music. I wear this obsession on my sleeve and I guess my aesthetics fall under some sort of dark punk goth rocker biker chick vibe. But then I clean up for lunch or dinner dates and look more high-end Park Avenue goth. I have the ability to shapeshift in a lot of ways yet still maintain my Ramona essence.
I feel like the term alternative gets used too loosely these days. I consider myself to actually be alternative rather than just looking it. I hate it when people are out to judge others and to tear them down. Regardless, coming up in the New York punk scene was rough; if you wore a band shirt then you had to be ready to name your top three albums by that band and your top three songs on each album.
Punks on the outside are often covered in tattoos. In my life, the sweetest and most sensitive people I have met are covered in an armor of fierce tattoos. I consider myself to look intimidating but to be extremely kind and sweet when treated properly.
Scenes are not easy to break into and I definitely consider myself a punk scene lifer. I most certainly earned it from years of running around the East Village and Lower East Side, playing in bands, booking shows, touring, raising hell and having the time of my life. Marks Place, and bought all their studded punk jackets versus studding their gear themselves. You can see right through people who are trying too hard and real recognizes real. Trying too hard is a bad look and getting into anything overnight is not in good taste.
Not that I enjoy being asked what my tattoos mean do not ask me this question but each one is a reflection of a very specific moment of my life. I was already riding motorcycles by then but thought it was funny to get a stereotypical biker tattoo to commemorate a bicycle accident.
