I think one of the biggest misconceptions is that only gender non-conforming, non-binary, or trans people have a gender identity. But the truth is, everyone has a gender identity.
I think we can not categorize. Things do not fit into a mold.
I'm just Jeffree. Everyone calls me he/she/whatever they want to call me; I'm an alien.
What am I? Let's just say I won't fetch a stick for you. I won't beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead.
As a black person of non-gender-conforming experience, my first existentially reciprocal and affirming experiences were in the New York ballrooms.
I feel like I'm neither a girl nor a boy. I don't feel like a man.
My dad never liked labels, and neither do I.
A homosexual man is a man 100 per cent. He does not need to dress homosexual.
I was never a girl that dreamt of being a princess and I never dreamt about my wedding day. I hated pink and I hated fairies. I only liked hanging out with boys. I remember throwing a tantrum if my mum put me in pink. I wasn't a particularly girly girl.
