I can live with my own mistakes. I can't live with anybody else's.

Some people aren't satisfied that I'm a gay man in a woman's body and swear that I'm secretly a real boy.

I was very obsessed. I mean, I could tell you the fat content and the calorie content in absolutely anything.

I have started smiling! I've mastered this smirk; it's a smile that isn't a smile.

Red is a strong, happy, optimistic color, and I like having fun with it, you know? Like, when colors clash - I love that strangeness.

This person they make me out to be irritates the hell out of me as well.

I appreciate that young girls look up to me. And I take that very seriously.