Quotes About Identity

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me.Even with my hair wet and drawn back it's me. But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? Could I identify myself that way? I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. Same with my hands. I have no idea what my back looks like. I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

People like to say being gay isn't like skin color, isn't anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding. But if that's true, why do they always find us?

I wake up the next morning in Beyoncé's body. Not the real Beyoncé. But a body remarkably like hers. All the curves in all the right places.

My identity walks the wires for me, all around the world. The body is now the afterthought. The birthplace, not the home.

Try to capture what it's like to have never squeezed yourself into the shape of someone else's expectations.

We are who we are, I said. And we'll be who we'll be. A book can make us feel that, but it can't invent that. It's already inside us.

David Levithan

We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like a protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don't understand why it's so hard, when it's so obvious.

I have never lived anywhere but New York or New England, but there are times when I'm talking to you and I hit a Southern vowel, or a word gets caught in a Southern truncation, and I know it's because I'm swimming in your cadences, that you permeate my very language.

There was never that big a disturbance," she tells me. "I didn't think of myself as a boy or a girl—I never have. I would just think of myself as a boy or a girl for a day. It was like a different set of clothes.

but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean.

We are who we are, and we'll be who we'll be. A book can make us feel that, but it can't invent that. It's already inside us.

Coming out is a lifelong process, Ms. MacTraugh continued. Each time we meet someone new or move to a different setting, we're challenged to reveal who we are. It's not always easy. But no matter how difficult, it's something I've never regretted. So few things in life truly matter. Chief among them are being true to yourself, and being honest with others... As I said, only you can determine what's the right decision.

People called them freaks not because they were identical but because they were so damn happy.

Os gays de hoje, os gays de ontem, somos todos o mesmo incômodo, o mesmo pessoas. Não pessoas, na verdade. Só uma coisa sobre a qual gritar.

Why should the arbitrary assignment of genital parts determine whether or not you want to be with a person?

Yes, I pray to my Big Lesbian God Who Doesn't Really Exist.

Sitting in that room, talking to Mr. Wright, I knew I had to get all of my identities in order. I realized how many identities I had, at a time when I really should have been focusing on having one.

Every day I am someone else. I am myself- I know I am myself- but I am also someone else

And what is a girl without curves if not, well, a boy?

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being.

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.

I don't want to be anywhere else, with anyone else. I don't want to be anyone else. I just want this, which is what I have.

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They becomes lost themselves. Without fail. -A