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

Finding someone to share your life with is one of the most important things a human can do and was preached to me by my mother.

When you are an athlete, it's difficult to take time off and say you want to come back without everyone judging you and attacking you.

Of course I was bullied and of course I was called names - my last name is Weir. That's very, very close to 'weird,' or 'queer' and any of those words. But I've never been anyone to cry over spilled milk or be upset because kids don't like me, or people don't like me... It makes my skin stronger and thicker. And why cry? Your mascara runs.

No mother wants to hear her son say he's gay. Those two words rip the picture of a daughter-in-law and grandchildren into pieces. I felt sorry for my mom and wanted her to know everything was going to be all right. But then she said, 'I don't really care, Johnny, as long as I know that you are going to be happy.'

I'm a tough person. I wasn't afraid of other kids because I understood that someday they'd wash my car.

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.'