I can't even drive a car. I don't have a driver's license. I have a rented apartment in New York. That's it. When I travel, I have almost all of my possessions with me. That's how little I own.

It's hard knowing who to trust with your personal life. When you cry in your room at night, you don't always know who to call. So I am very close to my family.

I very much want to inject gay culture into the mainstream. It's not an underground tool for me. It's my whole life.

I live between fantasy and reality at all times. In that way, I’m a librarian.

It's sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.

I don't think I could live without hair, makeup and styling.

I realized my father's sister Joanne, who died at 19 had instilled her spirit in me.