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“Not a boy or a girl, not any binary, rigid definition of a person. Just my everything.”
― Leah Raeder, Cam Girl

“I actually chafe at describing myself as masculine. For one thing, masculinity itself is such an expansive territory, encompassing boundaries of nationality, race, and class. Most importantly, individuals blaze their own trails across this landscape. And it’s hard for me to label the intricate matrix of my gender as simply masculine.

To me, branding individual self-expression as simply feminine or masculine is like asking poets: Do you write in English or Spanish? The question leaves out the possibilities that the poetry is woven in Cantonese or Ladino, Swahili or Arabic. The question deals only with the system of language that the poet has been taught. It ignores the words each writer hauls up, hand over hand, from a common well. The music words make when finding themselves next to each other for the first time. The silences echoing in the space between ideas. The powerful winds of passion and belief that move the poet to write.”
― Leslie Feinberg

“The first thing you're going to want to know about me is: Am I a boy, or am I a girl?”
― Jeff Garvin, Symptoms of Being Human

“i’ll be okay
even if i don’t understand
how i don’t want to be a girl, but also don’t want to be a man”
― Courtney Carola, Have Some Pride: A Collection of LGBTQ+ Inspired Poetry

“you’re such a pretty girlâ€� they say
but they don’t see the way she recoils back from the world
as if it’s coming for her like fire, as if it burns
and it does
it burns like a flame that no one can see
so white hot and intense that it rivals the sun
it melts her skin and eats away at her flesh
until she is nothing
nothing but a skeleton that no one can call
a girl”
― Courtney Carola, Have Some Pride: A Collection of LGBTQ+ Inspired Poetry

“For every woman who burned a bra, there's a man burning to wear one.”
― Miss Vera

“One Saturday morning walking to the farmers' market with my lover she tells me she needs to look like a man on the street. She hates binding her breasts. Hates having breasts, hates not passing. I press her. I ask her, but what do you feel like when you're naked in bed with me? Do you like your body then? She is quiet. Later she tells me she had a dream. Her mother brought home a bottle of medicine from the hospital for her. The doctor says she has to take it. The medicine is testosterone.

On Shabbat I remember to pray for enough space inside of me to hold all the darkness of the night and all the sunlight of the day. I pray for enough space for transformations as miraculous as the shift from day to night.

Later when that lover has changed his name and an ex-boyfriend has come out to me as a lesbian I go to visit my best friend's sister-turned-brother-turned-sister-again and she tells me about the blessing of having many names and using them all at once.”
― M.J. Kaufman

“But charting our identities along a line in two dimensions has its limitations; namely, it doesn't accurately reflect the human diversity we observe. We don't see each other, or ourselves, in only two dimensions, and bisexual and nonbinary advocates are suggesting that it's long past time to update our ideology. Perhaps, instead of insisting that each person can be charted along a line, we should be looking up and seeing the multitude of sexualities and gender identities that exist in 3D, sprinkled through space like the stars.”
― Austen Hartke, Transforming: The Bible & the Lives of Transgender Christians