If you have a problem with people living their lives and being authentically who they are, you really should go and do some soul-searching.

It is revolutionary for any trans person to choose to be seen and visible in a world that tells us we should not exist.

We are not what other people say we are. We are who we know ourselves to be, and we are what we love. That's okay.

We are born as who we are, the gender thing is something that is imposed on you.

By doing the work to love ourselves more, I believe we will love each other better.

There are lessons in everything. The bad, the good. Our job is to listen, and to continue to learn, so that maybe we get better at this. Maybe get better at life.

When I was perceived as a black man I became a threat to public safety. When I was dressed as myself, it was my safety that was threatened.

I believe that when we love someone, we respect them, and we listen to them; we feel that their voice matters. And- we let them dictate the terms of who they are and what their story is.

Whether you're transgender or not, most of us get to a point in our lives where we can no longer lie to ourselves.

When a trans woman gets called a man, that is an act of violence.

Believing that you are unworthy of love and belonging or that who you are authentically is a sin or is wrong, is deadly.

The Bible provocatively evokes desire.

Always be true to your friends, just as you are to yourself.

Some people think that all the equipment you need to discuss religion is a mouth.

Sometimes you're a little too close for comfort, and I think anybody can relate to that, whether you're in college or just moving out on your own.

If you chase two rabbits, you will lose them both.

There must be every kind of books in your library. The most beautiful gardens are those with many different flowers, with all kinds of herbs and weeds!

If you want to do something for your children and show how much you love them, the single best thing-by far-is to support organizations that will create a better world for them and their children.

I guess you could say there are two Slashes. There's the crazy, rock-and-roll Slash, he's wild. And then there's the real Slash- he collects miniature soaps and treats his hookers real nice.

Our prayers lay the track down which Gods power can come. Like a mighty locomotive, his power is irresistible, but it cannot reach us without rails.

The subtleties of mathematics defecate the grossness of our apprehension, and supply the elements of a sounder and severer logic.