I commend you on all you've done for PETA, wrestling the one-eyed trouser snake with your bare hands, gently cuddling it in your arms, and nurturing it back to health.

I love making videos on my couch. You can put those on the Internet fast. I can express myself.

Being with friends felt like a burden. I remember just sobbing.

I dress normal because I want people to treat me regular. And their brains explode. It's really fun.

I don't think half my stuff would be funny if the audience didn't feel at least a little bit safe that it's not how I truly feel.

I am diagnosed with not having enough insanely-addictive drugs coursing through my body.

I remember the horror story that I told myself over and over again. I'm totally alone in my body. I'm totally alone in my head and nobody will ever see through my eyes. I'm just completely alone.