What mom cares about most is that I'm happy, healthy and enjoying my life.

Deep down, my mom had long suspected I was gay... Much of her anger and hurt came from her sense of betrayal that she was the last to be told.

I've been embraced by a new community. That's what happens when you're finally honest about who you are; you find others like you.

For me, it was never a question of whether or not I was transgender. It was a question of what I'd be able to handle transitioning and having to do it in the public eye. One of the issues that was hard for me to overcome was the fear of that.

Being self-supporting is important to me.

Gender is between your ears and not between your legs.

It really bothers me when I see people doing my mother in drag. I mean, just imagine if you saw people doing that with your mother.