I hoped that being attracted to men might go away, but what I never ever hoped would go away were the feelings of femininity, and of softness and fragility, that could live inside of a boy. They were private, but they were mine.

I've learned to use things like softness and vulnerability as weapons against the things you feel ashamed of in yourself.

I have a very healthy dose of scepticism towards what identity is and what personas are, maybe because of my life journey. Identity is something so malleable.

I think, with every kind of creature and every kind of human, there is no better. We're all just mutations, and I think that each mutation should be celebrated.

As a kid, I spent a lot of my mental energy hiding who I was and attempting to fit in.