I definitely don't think of myself as an actual male model. I'm far too short and my legs are far too muscular.

I grew my beard out a little bit just to show that indeed I am a man.

It's easier for me to go to Russia and train with top coaches and choreographers there than go to Colorado Springs and train with 14 of my competitors.

It's really grinding to always play out of both sides of your mind and always be thinking what will offend people. Or what won't. But I'm strong enough to deal with that. I own that I'm freakish in my way.

Nothing shocks me anymore. I've embraced men in thongs, I've embraced women with padded bras. I mean, I can embrace Larry King saying 'fierce.'

We are each an army of one. March forward with your army, never let go of your future and never listen to idiots who tell you ‘no.’

I'd say in general, my style is Johnny Weir style. It's my style. I can't classify it as anything else.