Since I was an age of reason, I have always felt different. I didn’t know why but I always felt out of place even with my friends.
It was around the age of 12 that I gave a name to my homosexuality. I remember that since I was a little boy, when I was alone at my parents’ house, I used to dress with my sister’s clothes, I put on my mother’s heels, I used her lipstick and nail polish.
One of the movies that impacted me in my adolescence was “Priscilla, queen of the desert”, basically because I recognized myself in the characters, between two lives. One in which they pose as a man of the bunch and the other between sequins, strass, heels and women’s suits. It was a decisive moment for me, it was when I embraced all myself as gay even if secretly, since Martinique (my native island) was not so open minded at that time.