Look, I’m not one for labels, but if you’re gonna pin me down like a butterfly in Gasda’s collection? Vers is the vibe. I’m the Red Scare guest who shows up in a leather jacket and leaves with a rimjob, okay? One minute I’m teasing a tgirl about her BAP take, next minute she’s got my head in her lap at Clandestino. It’s chaos, it’s Dimes Square—it’s not about top or bottom, it’s about who’s got the better nihilist take while their girlcock ruins you. So yeah, vers. Always vers.